via New Yorker blogs
One of our favorite political pencils, the New Yorker’s Hendrik Hertzberg, is one commentator whose electoral sports metaphors — unlike some writers — offer clarity rather than cringe-inducement. We especially enjoyed his riff this morning:
Now, about that baseball metaphor I promised. Let’s see if I can gin one up. O.K., how about this? If Obama hadn’t gone hitless in Game One, the political World Series, almost certainly, would have been all over but the champagne hosedown in the White House lockerroom. If the cub from Chicago hadn’t chased down those foul balls and snagged those line drives in Game Two, the Bainman from Boston would be looking at a three-game sweep. It’s more about Mitt’s mitt than Barry’s bat, see? Both debates were shoestring catches, not home runs. But now the Series is all tied up. Next week, in Boca Raton, it’ll be the bottom of the ninth. Or the seventh inning stretch. Or something. And—oh, never mind.
On to Florida.
