As TAS regulars know, I can find a way to relate most things to baseball. No exception this morning.
As fans of the Grand Old Game know, most pitchers lose arm-speed as they get older. At some point they no longer have the live fastball. (Nolan Ryan was a spectacular exception, bringing the heat until age 46.) On the basis of his speech last night in Philadelphia, it’s clear that Billy-Bob needs to develop another pitch or two. His forensic fastball has deserted him.
Eyes glazed over as Bubba droned on with endless details of the courtship that led to the political firm of Clinton & Clinton (only the linguistically sloppy refer to it as a marriage). NoDoz was trucked in from neighboring towns and states in an effort to ward off mass narcolepsy. The sound of the rustling of thousands of bored butts threatened to drown Bubba out. Snoring was noted in all precincts. The speech was almost as boring as Jeb! Bush’s interminable treatise on education on the last night of the 2012 Republican National Convention in Tampa. (When that one mercifully ended, ushers and corpsmen spent most of the rest of the night sorting out the dead from the merely asleep.)
Wouldn’t you like to have been a fly on the wall to hear Mz Hillary blister Bubba’s bum when these two got together after last night’s services (that is, unless Bubba just left town, which would have been the safe course)?
Those who’ve followed American politics for any time can remember when Bill Clinton could bring an audience to their feet to cheer. He now brings audiences to their feet to leave the hall.
