Nothing to Report

Sigh, I have nothing to say about last night's debate. While Obama and John McCain were hashing out their issues, like a bad session of couple's therapy, I was flying home from Dallas. (One of the worst airport dinners ever: glass of Pinot Grigio with dry turkey provolone sandwich -- which I was encouraged to order quickly by the waitress since there were few options left.)
I heard a recap in the taxi ride home, where they billed it as "the most riveting, substantial debate of the election." Of course, and I missed it. I was left to muse over the thought of electing Bob Scheiffer to be my grandpa. He's so folksy and cute in an old fellow kind of way.
I watched the MSNBC recap and cursed aloud when I heard John McCain's minimization of the "health" of women. But loved Rachel Maddow's summation of how stupid his comment was - her words were much more eloquent which is why she has her own show on MSNBC and I'm a blogger.
Parts of the debate may be better (and funnier) in frozen retrospection. I laughed out loud when Jason showed me this 'zombie McCain' picture.(He went the wrong direction and did one of those goofy faces we all make when we're recognizing a small error.)
I can't explain this second one though.
I had to make sure I hadn't fallen asleep and found myself dreaming with the last piece of news delivered by Chris Matthews during his debate coverage: the Phillies are in the World Series. Yay, time to bust out my two-year's ago Christmas present from Jason.Although not an avid baseball follower (the bandwagon picked me up today), the prospect of losing both the Election and the World Series is a little terrifying. And all before we head into the doldrums of winter, prepare yourself for a grumpy blogger.