Cleats by Bill Hinds for November 02, 2007
Alien: We agreed that the winner of the space alien/earth monster football game would get to suck the life force out of the leader of the losing team. But now we learn you have no life force. Vampire: That goes with being undead. Alien: This is bogus, we deserve something. Vampire: How about a trophy? Mummy: I don't like this very much. Vampire: Relax, you're a rotating trophy, like the Stanley Cup. You'll be back next Halloween, and maybe we'll win.