If aliens bop down on our front lawns in the next year or so, and we can't communicate with them because they have a separate way of speaking, I think you just need to show them some sport. Take a step back and any sport you enjoy or follow looks absurd, but the aliens would get it. They would not know the rules, but they could recognise the ritual of the thing.
Sport is a big, fat metaphor for everything. And while language can be limiting, metaphors can be universal.
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