This is probably going to be a short post tonight, mainly because I’m in anticipation mode. The World Cup quarterfinals quick off in the morning, and the waiting around has me reminiscing about a past life where I worked so hard, of so long, to then just wait for the results: the 2002 Florida gubernatorial election.
I joined the McBride campaign in August of that year, a couple of months before the primary. The favorite was former U.S. Attorney General, Janet Reno. She had a professional staff. She had money. And, obviously, name recognition. We were doomed. But we worked every angle we had, relying on our candidate’s local charms, to win votes one by one. And in those two months, we cobbled together enough support to come out ahead. After a recount, of course.
But for all that work — spending every waking second talking to reporters, setting up rallies, rearranging travel plans at the last second — on Election Day, there was basically nothing to do but wait. And wait. And wait. Thankfully, I had taken on the task of setting up our election night party, so there were details to finalize and speeches to revise. But mostly, we waited. And watched the election totals trickle in. And wait.
I’m anxiously excited for the next matches to kick off. But at the same time, I don’t want this tournament to end. The unpredictability has been remarkable. And the joy in the underdogs’ faces with each positive result is powering me through the oddity of having to watch this problematic Cup in the winter. So, I wait. And hope it never ends.
A Thousand Days Before
08 December 2022
Ride with McBride.
This is probably going to be a short post tonight, mainly because I’m in anticipation mode. The World Cup quarterfinals quick off in the morning, and the waiting around has me reminiscing about a past life where I worked so hard, of so long, to then just wait for the results: the 2002 Florida gubernatorial election.
I joined the McBride campaign in August of that year, a couple of months before the primary. The favorite was former U.S. Attorney General, Janet Reno. She had a professional staff. She had money. And, obviously, name recognition. We were doomed. But we worked every angle we had, relying on our candidate’s local charms, to win votes one by one. And in those two months, we cobbled together enough support to come out ahead. After a recount, of course.
But for all that work — spending every waking second talking to reporters, setting up rallies, rearranging travel plans at the last second — on Election Day, there was basically nothing to do but wait. And wait. And wait. Thankfully, I had taken on the task of setting up our election night party, so there were details to finalize and speeches to revise. But mostly, we waited. And watched the election totals trickle in. And wait.
I’m anxiously excited for the next matches to kick off. But at the same time, I don’t want this tournament to end. The unpredictability has been remarkable. And the joy in the underdogs’ faces with each positive result is powering me through the oddity of having to watch this problematic Cup in the winter. So, I wait. And hope it never ends.
See you tomorrow?