CALL ME SNAKE

Now that SUPER TUESDAY is over, it’s time to move on. And by that, I am not in any way endorsing moveon.org which is political and this blog is decidedly apolitical. The 24(?) or so primaries yesterday did just what they were supposed to do–that is, take the sting out of Sunday’s SUPER BOWL shocker, which I am pretty much all over with by now. (Still, how the hell did that guy [Tyree] hang onto the ball? And how the hell did Manning get that pass off with three guys all over him?)

Speaking of moving on, maybe it’s time for my friend Mitt Romney to read the writing on the wall and do the same. Someday he’s got to take a hard look at himself in the mirror and realize that nobody likes him except the one person admiring his reflection at the moment. It’s over, Mitt. Over. Like a political analyst (Dan Payne) said on our local NPR affiliate station last night: Mitt had a semi-crazed look on his face during his “victory speech” in Boston, something akin to the look Wile E. Coyote has just before he heads off a cliff. How much longer will this go on, Mitt, before your wife rips the checkbook from your hand and says in her best Roberto Duran fashion:”No mas.”