I love the Pat’s. I love my beers. I love my party snacks. But people, tonight is my Superbowl.
The Pat’s are Pop Warner…it’s politics that make me jump out of my seat and I am front row flippin’ from channel to channel, website to website.
The choices I face at the polls, quite frankly, seem abysmal at times. But I have a choice, nonetheless. A voice. The results aren’t always everything I want. They rarely are. But I love the process. I love the fight. I love that we have the right to fight. And if I forget for one second how lucky I am, I only have to look around the world to remind myself that living in a democracy is not only my right, but my privilege, and one that countless others aren’t lucky enough to enjoy. If I have a legacy to give my kids, it will be that they understand this one simple yet profound fact.
And some day I will tell them about the whiteboard. Because no one did election results like Tim Russert. The whiteboard. The unbridled passion. The master of the puzzle that is the political map.
Their dad and their uncle can wax poetic about Yaz and Bobby Orr. Larry Bird and the Hail Mary pass. I have visions of a whiteboard.
I will always love the process. I will respect the results, love them or hate them. And always on election night, I will miss the political genuis that was Tim Russert and his ever changing white board.