The second extinction

“Settle down, class … settle down. Please return to your squabs and let’s go ahead and get today’s lesson started.”

Instructor Provident decreased the illumination in the circular, revolving room, and with a wave of their hand produced a glowing, three-dimensional orb. The image slowly floated among the students so each could get a look at it.

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“OK,” Provident said. “Today we’re continuing our study of planetary science. Does anyone know this one?”

Right hands went up immediately, but none more enthusiastically than the pupil who was almost always front and center during science segments.

“Tavor, you were first, so take it away.”

“That’s the Planet Earth,” she said.

“Correct. What do you know about Planet Earth?”

Tavor had already decided she wanted to become an astrogeologist, and prided herself on her knowledge of celestial bodies and their histories. What did she know about Earth?

Plenty.

“The Earth is 4.544 billion years old and its surface is 71 percent water,” she said. “The first life forms were prokaryotes, and it’s generally considered that sponges were the first animal-type organisms on the planet. The first vertebrates appeared roughly 500 million years ago.”

“Excellent,”  Provident said. “You’ve certainly done your research.”

“Earth fascinates me, Instructor,” Tavor said. “Once I get to Advance Academy, I plan to make it my Skill Expertise.”

“Would you care to tell me – and the class – what it is about Earth that interests you most? I’m certain we all want to hear it.”

Tavor smiled and rose, relishing the opportunity to share her curiosity.

“Yes, I would, thank you,” she said. “Originally, I was drawn to the massive asteroid impact that caused the extinction event there 67 million years ago,” she explained. “At that point dinosaurs ruled the planet – it was what Earth scientists referred to as the Mesozoic Era – and there was also sea life, including flying reptiles. The extinction was triggered by the Chicxulub impactor, an asteroid which is estimated to have been 10 kilometers in diameter. It created wildfires and tsunamis, and ultimately led to the extinction of more than three-quarters of plant and animal life on Earth.”

“That’s fascinating, Tavor,” Provident said.

“It is, but not nearly so much as the second extinction event on the planet a million years ago,” added the student. “Do you guys want to hear about that?”

Her classmates nodded approvingly.

“The 2024 YR4 meteor was discovered in Earth Year 2024, and was predicted to pass by Earth in 2032,” she said. “Whereas the Chicxulub impactor was 10 kilometers in diameter, 2024 YR4 was just 0.09 kilometers – significant, certainly, but much smaller. As scientists studied it more closely, they determined that it would not create an extinction level event were it to make impact, but was potentially what they called a ‘city killer’ – an asteroid that would cause significant loss of life and damage. Still, their early predictions were that it would miss the Earth entirely.”

Raven, a classmate of Tavor’s, raised her hand.

“Go ahead, Raven,” Provident said.

“Tavor, I’m a little confused,” she said, pointing to the orb. “I’ve done a bit of research on Planet Earth as well, and don’t understand how the 2024 YR4 asteroid – considering its size – could’ve basically wiped out human life on the planet. As we know, Planet Earth is now home mostly to rodents and sea creatures, so something else had to happen, didn’t it?”

“Something did, indeed,” Tavor said. “Turns out, by 2032, society across the planet had mostly collapsed. There was violence and chaos across the globe. So, a group of international scientists helped build a rocket that could intercept 2024 YR4.”

Raven looked confused.

“Wait … they tried to destroy the asteroid? Did they think by doing that it would somehow unify the planet?”

“That’s what’s so interesting to me,” Tavor said. “According to records that have been uncovered, the scientists had no intention of stopping it … instead, they armed the rocket with so many explosives that they were able to dock it with the meteor, supercharge it with nuclear energy, and transform it into an extinction level asteroid. They changed a city killer into a planet killer.

“They called the mission ‘Operation Own Goal,’ and they’re considered heroes.”

Bassett’s big idea

On July 14, 1985, the United States Football League concluded its third season with the Baltimore Stars defeating the Oakland Invaders, 28-24, in the USFL Championship Game.

That would be the original league’s final contest.

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While the circuit planned to move to a fall slate in 1986 – and go head-to-head with the NFL – it never made it that far.

The USFL had yo-yoed from 12 flagship franchises in 1983 to 18 in 1984 and 14 in year three. The last season featured an Eastern Conference (Stars, Birmingham Stallions, Jacksonville Bulls, Memphis Showboats, Orlando Renegades, New Jersey Generals and Tampa Bay Bandits) and Western Conference (Arizona Outlaws, Denver Gold, Houston Gamblers, Los Angeles Express, Invaders, Portland Breakers and San Antonio Gunslingers).

An antitrust suit against the NFL that netted just $3.76 was hundreds of millions of dollars shy of what the USFL needed to land a network TV contract and make the switch, so it joined the crowded graveyard of leagues that died young. (Jurors decided the NFL had, in fact, violated the Sherman Anti-Trust Act, but when it came time to award damages, they believed the USFL’s problems were more due to its own mismanagement than the NFL’s television monopoly).

John Bassett saw this coming.

When, in April of 1985, the majority of other owners followed the lead of the New Jersey Generals’ Donald Trump and opted to abandon the spring format, the money man behind the Bandits wanted no part of it. Only Denver Gold owner Doug Spedding sided with Bassett in a vote that went 13-2 in favor of moving to the fall.

Bassett announced that his franchise would withdraw from the USFL and become part a new multi-sport league which would include golf, tennis, indoor soccer and a few Olympic sports to go along with football.

“We’ve already got 10 or 11 teams,” Bassett said in an interview with the St. Petersburg Times on April 30, 1985. “They’re banking on winning a lawsuit that will give them TV. I presented them with a program to guarantee them a $1.5 million minimum profit or one of a maximum $9 million. They didn’t like it, because they had to give me control of the league.”

Spedding said cities that were already committed to Bassett’s venture were Charlotte, Chicago, Denver, Detroit, Honolulu, London (England), Los Angeles, Miami, Milwaukee, Minneapolis-St. Paul and Philadelphia.

Bassett eyed additional international franchises for several Canadian cities as well as Paris, Rome and West Berlin. It was a bold idea.

“I’m just not going to sit back and be told what to do by a bunch of people who don’t know how to run a business,” Bassett said. “The United States Football League’s chances of being successful in the fall are very slim.”

While the World Football League was a monumental financial disaster, his Memphis Southmen (1974-75) always got paid and paid on time. That was also true with the Bandits.

“After three years, we’re the only team with the same owner, the same town, the same coach that hasn’t been moved, sold or gone out of business, so why should I go to the fall?” Bassett said in a New York Times story on May 5, 1985.

Yet, while Bassett was skeptical of the USFL trying to share a season with the NFL, Stars general partner Myles Tanenbaum thought a multi-sport league was outlandish.

“There will not be a league to even tempt success,” Tanenbaum said. “That’s my judgment. It’s like, ‘Why didn’t you like the movie? It never should’ve been made.’ None of it made any sense to me.”

Bassett claimed to have signed eight players for his unnamed gridiron organization, including a pair of first round draft picks. Among them were UNLV quarterback Randall Cunningham, Memphis State defensive back Donnie Elder, Alabama running back Ricky Moore, Wisconsin center Dan Turk, Colgate QB Steve Calabria and Virginia Tech tight end Joe Jones.

“They can talk to the NFL club that drafts them and if they get offered more, they can be released unless we match their offer,” Bassett told Associated Press.

While Bassett was battling the USFL, however, he was facing a much bigger battle with cancer. In February, 1985, he was diagnosed with a pair of brain tumors.

“I think the current frustration of this thing with the fall has caused the cancer to flare up,” he said in May. “I’ve decided I’m going to do only the right thing, and I’m staying in the spring because it’s right.”

Sadly, by July his condition had worsened to the point that he was forced to abandon his plans for a “Wide World of Sports” type league. He died on May 14, 1986, at age 47.

Forty years later, it’s fun to think how all of this might’ve played out. As much as I was a fan of Bassett (he brought the World Hockey Association to my hometown of Birmingham), the multi-sport league approach did seem a bit ridiculous. But I’d have loved to see him take the reins of another spring football league and watch how far it could go under his watch.

The USFL, of course, planned to start the 1986 season with eight teams – the Outlaws, Stars, Stallions, Bulls, Showboats, Generals, Renegades and Bandits (under new ownership). Had the league gotten a windfall in the lawsuit they would’ve certainly had a fall season – and it likely would’ve been a disaster.

Taking on the NFL wasn’t just a case of flying too close to the sun – it was tantamount to attempting a landing. While the National Football League wasn’t the juggernaut then it is now, I’m convinced its 28 franchises and multiple network TV deals would’ve crushed the competition. The whole reason the USFL was formed to begin with was to avoid such a no-win situation.

Then again, we’ll never know.

Regardless, that era was a fun time to be a football fan. And I’ll always admire Bassett for his fighting spirit – and belief in spring ball.

The cat and the door

Noel had spent the past half hour racing up and down the steps, stopping only briefly to loudly meow at the door leading to the garage. Cam had been trying to play word games and relax over his morning cup of coffee, but finally rose from his chair and figured it was time to investigate.

“Noel, buddy, what on Earth’s the problem?” asked Cam, easing down to sit on the top step while carefully placing his cup on the hardwood floor. “Come here, big fella … tell me all about it.”

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The gray and white feline galloped up the steps and butted his head against Cam’s knee, rolling over to expose his belly – briefly – before charging back down. This time he stood up on his hind legs and pushed on the door with his front paws, chirruping the whole time.

“OK, OK,” Cam said. “What’s say me and you check things out, huh? Is that what you want to do? Maybe there’s a chipmunk down there, or even a squirrel. I guess either one could get in while I’m raising or lowering the garage door. Of course, if it’s another cat, well … I don’t want to get in the middle of a fight.”

Cam slowly opened the door and flipped on the light switch. He paused for a moment in an effort to detect any strange sounds, but there were none. Oh, the humidifier was humming away as usual, but that was completely normal. His Honda Accord was parked in its usual spot, the work bench was cluttered with some of his wood burning efforts, and the shelves on the side of the garage were packed with everything from Christmas and Halloween decorations to old kitchen appliances and lamps.

Cam carefully eyed the area and saw no signs of animal activity. If there were any present, they were doing a great job of hiding.

He assumed Noel had followed him into the garage, but instead the cat was standing at the entrance, his tail standing straight up and slightly curved at the top. He was trilling and staring wide-eyed at … well, nothing.

The man walked back toward the stairwell, turned out the light, closed the door and locked it.

Noel looked at him and then fixed his stare on the door again.

“You critters are weird,” he said. “You’ve been carrying on all this time trying to get to whatever you think is out there, but then you’re too scared to find out for yourself. Why don’t you come up here and sit with me? You could probably use some more skitches.”

Cam made his way back up the stairs, reached down to pick up his cup, and returned to his chair in the den. He remembered a quote by Eleanor Farjeon – “It always gives me a shiver when I see a cat seeing what I can’t see”  – and smiled. Whatever Noel was seeing was apparently for cat’s eyes only.

Meanwhile, at another house …

Leon had spent the past half hour racing up and down the steps, stopping only briefly to loudly meow at the door leading to the garage. Mac had been trying to play word games and relax over his morning cup of coffee, but finally rose from his chair and figured it was time to investigate.

“Leon, buddy, what on Counter-Earth’s the problem?”