I've been in earthquakes. The closest comparison to the experience emotionally are the rare mornings when your brain wakes up, but your body doesn't, and suddenly you're paralyzed and trapped in your own body unable to move or even scream. Depending on the intensity of the quake, the ground turns to anything from a taut Jello skin to quicksand. Power lines whip like strummed guitar strings; your equilibrium disappears completely, and buildings start sneezing broken glass.
Don't ever be in one if you have the choice. I've seen floods, have been inside buildings hit by tornadoes, seen forest fires, and have sat through one or two hurricanes. I'm a disaster connoisseur, and I never want any part of an earthquake ever again.
Granted, I didn't realize how big a deal the quake in Japan is until Pro Football Talk clarified it for me.
There are far, far bigger problems in the world than figuring out how to carve up $9 billion per year.
Thanks! There is a school of sportswriting that can take any substance and turn it into sanctimony: earthquakes, cancer, random events that have nothing whatsoever to do with sports. It's like alchemy, but real and not as productive. By the way, you can't really care about the NFL labor dispute now because of an earthquake halfway across the world involving almost no one you know. There's a chart on the wall of moral priorities, and Mike Florio adjusts it daily for your convenience.
There's a proper respect for noting a very bad thing that's happened, and then there's being Reverend Lovejoy figuring out how to shoehorn this into a sermon. One's good, and the other is the maudlin girl in your high school class weeping over a celebrity's death, dying for attention.