Can’t help it! It’s like a tennis match, this run-up to the Democratic convention.
Ooh, she hit a good one!
Swack! He got her good on that one!
And, the happiest tennis fan in the stadium is John McCain, who sees the Democrats doing the heavy lifting for he and the until recently hapless Republican party. They’ve gotta be figuring that Clinton and Obama are dealing each other unrecoverable blows; they’ll be too exhausted to put up a defense against him come the general election, and McCain and the Republicans must be taking notes on what stroke aimed where is the most effective.
End of the tennis allusion; never my game, actually. (I was left-handed before left-handed tennis was glamorous.) But, you see its appropriateness.
He’s winning; she and her staff are working at fever pitch to stop him. Kind of ugly out there.
And the professional commentariat notices (as, of course, do we modestly talented amateurs):