This is seriously erotic. The coach of the LA Rams, Sean McVay, has a spotter. (Capitalism has no problem inventing luxuries of this kind.) His name is Ted Rath. He is a little taller than McVay. He stands behind the young coach (only 33 and considered by many to be something of a genius), whose whole mind is so absorbed by the game that he has no idea who, on the sidelines, is near him, approaching him, about to crash into him. Rath, a strength coach, monitors McVay's surroundings and pulls him out of the way when a collision is about the happen. McVay's body moves with Rath's hands, but his mind never leaves the field. He is out of his body. Rath's body is his body. This so beautiful, so erotic. After all these years I finally have a reason to watch the Super Bowl. I must see this action live.


UPDATE: I'm not watching the Super Bowl. Why? No Ram spotting today. None. No eros of hands (the source of human generalizing powers). No mind out of body, but body of another as your body.


What we are missing today: