Jeff Suppan wasn’t wearing a Red Sox uniform when he made a base running blunder for the ages. It wasn’t vaunted Red Sox bats falling silent. It wasn’t Red Sox pitchers giving up hits at critical moments. We weren’t screwing up, they were!
Was yesterday October 27, 2004 for the Democrats?
I had the same sense of joy trying to break through gloom. This can’t be happening. They can’t be screwing this up. No, this is a trap; some strange Karl Rove thing that’s gonna put Obama away. Barack’s gonna popup to short with the winning run on third.
I was giddy with nerves and excitement. Finally, my better half ripped the laptop from my cold dead fingers.
“NO!” , I cried. “There’s 6 new diaries on Kos, 4 on MyDD, 2 on BlueMass. Look at all those new comments I need to comment on. Look! More video. Letterman’s ripping him a new one. Nice Cute Mild Mannered Katie Couric, for gods sake, is shredding Caribou Barbie. Palin looks like Suppan in a rundown!”
Laying on hands? Witchcraft? “I’ll get back to you”? Campaign suspension? Debate rescheduling?
It was like a Monty Python movie.
I know. Still 40 some days to go. More phone calls, more trips to New Hampshire. More sign holding. I know it’s not the bottom of the ninth, maybe not even the top of the ninth.
“Ground ball. Stabbed by Foulk, he has it. Over to 1st. And the Boston Red Sox are the new world champions of baseball. After 86 years.”
Can you believe it?