An Olympic Kind of Election

We interrupt our regularly scheduled blog to consider the following thoroughly silly inquiry: What if the presidential election were more like the Olympics?

For reasons I may or may not share in a later blog, I very likely voted for the last time in 2008. I cannot, however, quit watching the Olympics with such ease. I watch everything. And I mean everything. Fencing? Yes. Badminton? Hell yes. Synchronized swimming? Absolutely yes. I can’t help myself. I almost wish I had room and money enough to install several flatscreens on my living room wall so that I can watch all of the NBC networks at the same (damn) time. I get tired of switching back and forth. I love the Olympics so much I actually tolerate Bob Costas, a.k.a. the Dick Clark of sports.