Whether you grew up warmed by the memory of how the 1951 Giants caught the Dodgers in the sweltering heat of a New York City summer, or you're still trying to forget the way the Phillies collapsed in 1964, or you're excited as all get out about the Cubs being four games up on the Brewers while the White Sox are holding off the Twins, you're no doubt fully aware of what a pennant race feels like, smells like, and sounds like.
My friends in Obama Nation, we are in a pennant race and the crown for the next four years goes to the campaign that keeps its focus and does all the little things right:
At this writing we have 57 days to glory. Tighten the laces on your gloves. Get the mud out of your spikes. Wear your lucky thong if you have to. It's time to bring this puppy home.
Fired up? Ready to go? --Ruairi (center field) O'Murchu
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