Like a Punch to the Gut

I didn't think I'd take it this badly.  After all, I knew it was coming.  I've been trotting around here for weeks telling everyone how it was time to turn that Dean energy toward other tasks.  Stay involved.  Volunteer.

And I really thought I meant it, too.  I thought I was resigned to what was happening.  Until today.

Listening to Dr. Dean address the folks in Burlington was so utterly tragic.  Worse than driving back from the mess in Iowa.  Worse than listening to the dismal results in my own state.

Today I started having sympathy for those folks that have been saying they wouldn't campaign for Kerry, or would even sit out the election.  It just felt so bad.

On the way home, they were playing interviews with Dean supporters.  The range of emotions, from wistful to heartbroken, had me sniffing back tears all the way home.  By the time I got to the driveway, I felt like I'd gone ten rounds with Ali in his prime.  

Damn.