Maybe it’s the part of me that enjoyed the Yankees losing almost equally to the Red Sox winning. Now I don’t really give a shit. Well, maybe a little, but last night, I wanted concession with my victory and I didn’t get it. No white flag. No graceful exit. No class, but talk of “respect.”
I don’t know what this “respect” means now from someone who has no respect for the process, the rules, her opponent, and most importantly, the truth. In the hotly contested elections of 2000 and 2004, I’m certain neither Al Gore nor John Kerry wanted to concede to Dubya, but both did with dignity. Last night the Titanic sank and “she who shall not be named” sat in a lifeboat like Bruce Ismay, pretending it didn’t happen.
Last night as I read the comments of thousands in the blogosphere, this one tickled me. The writer said the whole thing reminded him of a scene from “Waynes World.”
Stacy: “You know Wayne, if you’re not careful, you’re going to lose me.”
Wayne: “I lost you 2 months ago. We broke up. Are you mental? Get the net!”