The Outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day:
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play.
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.
The long July 4 holiday weekend is over. Memorial Day is but an increasingly dim memory. The long hot days of summer are before us. Baseball, books, and beaches beckon.
Travel with us for a moment, back in time, and enjoy a laugh or two.
Now, close your eyes and recall the now past cold days of winter. In January our favorite candidate had just announced she was running for president. She made a spectacular entrance. We were happy.
Other candidates then announced. Big Media took notice. ‘Oh,’ said Big Media, ‘she can’t be so popular’, ‘soon her popularity will fail, her poll numbers will droop.’ ‘Oh,’ said Big Bloggers, ‘soon her popularity will fail, her numbers will droop. It’s just her high name ID!’.
January left us, February went away. In entered March. ‘The End Is Near!’ cheered Big Pundits. ‘Any Day Now, the collapse!’ they proclaimed.
Anyway, the first discussion was about Hillary vs. Obama, with a lot of discussion of that Washington Post poll showing a shift to Obama among blacks (and no mention of the question of the sample size and margin of error). Unsurprisingly, the group was unanimous that Obama would or could catch Hillary by Memorial Day. (They were also unanimous that John McCain’s age would not be an issue.)
[Interview: Kathleen Parker of Washington Post Writers Group; David Gregory, NBC News chief White House correspondent; Elisabeth Bumiller of the New York Times; and Clarence Page, Chicago Tribune. CHRIS MATTHEWS, anchor]
MATTHEWS: OK, let me go around the room. Will he, meaning Obama, catch
Hillary by Memorial Day in the polls?
Ms. PARKER: I think so.
MATTHEWS: David, Democratic primaries–Democratic vote.
Ms. PARKER: He’s going to move fast.
MATTHEWS: Will he catch her in that poll, the next poll we take on Memorial
Ms. BUMILLER: I think so.
Mr. PAGE: So many variables, but they–within shouting distance.
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville – mighty Casey has struck out.