At this point, I don't see how this doesn't end up there...
Tampa. August. Sweltering heat. Rick "Frothy Mix" Santorum still has the sweater vest on. Romney is marching up and down the aisles shouting, "I will arrest anyone with pigment in their skin! I will deport all mexicans and execute anyone caught with birth control!!!"
Newt meets wife #4 and proposes to her on the Today show. Sarah Palin rides into town on wednesday in an Oscar Mayer weiner mobile painted red white and blue.
Christie declines the invitation. Eventually, it goes to Mista Frothy. He selects Jan Brewer as his running mate, with the condition she begin acne treatment immediately.
Obama is up 25 points by Friday. The election, for all practical purposes, is over.
And they vow to never go back to Tampa again...