Revelations
It was one week ago today that I realized the extent of my stupidity. And let me tell you, it's staggering. The place: Slider's Bar & Grill, across the street from Camden Yards in Baltimore. The time: Middle of the last presidential debates, approx. 9:45 p.m., Oct. 15. The company: My good friend M and several of her law school friends. I worked very hard with people of various ages and political persuasions in order to come up with this election year's Drinking Game for the debates. The rules were as follows: Every time McCain touts to veterans or troops, you drink. Every time Obama says “When I am President,” you drink. Every time McCain refers to the Cold War, you drink. Every time Obama says “change,” you drink. Every time McCain sounds like a puppet of Bush (a la “We Both Reached For The Gun” from Chicago), you drink. Every time Obama says “tax cut(s),” you drink. Every time McCain says “maverick,” you drink. Every time Obama says “John is right” or concedes a poin...