Early results are in. Dixville Notch and Hart's Location, the two tiny New Hampshire towns that traditionally are the first polling places in the nation to announce their results and once again experienced 100% turnout, favor that one guy over the other. This is notable because it's the first time they've voted for that one guy's party over that other guy's party since 1968, when they preferred that Metrodome guy over that "not a crook" guy. This last fact I find extremely heartening.
But I'm not naming names here because I just discovered that there is one place outside of baseball where I find myself superstitious: this election. I think it's the constant reminder by the media, every day for the past several weeks, that that one guy is comfortably ahead in the polls. It just sounds like a big fat jinx. Anybody who trusts the veracity of any sentence involving the word "poll" after the 2000 election is a flaming idiot, and I am at most merely a quietly smoldering idiot. In other words, it ain't over until one of those guys puts his hand on the Bible (or the Koran, right?) on January 20th, and I'm not believing the hype.
That's why I voted. And I didn't even get a sticker for it. I'm just glad the good people of Dixville Notch and Hart's Location (is there nothing distinguishing there to take the place of "Location," like maybe a Hill, or a Bridge, or even just a Corner?) spoke up for that one guy because around these parts that other guy is probably going to take it, despite my vote to the contrary.
This is my third presidential election. I (and the nation as a whole) got skunked the last two times out. My first pull of the lever was for Nader/LaDuke (they weren't even on my ballot), and I still have no idea who LaDuke is. I could have written in Cookie Monster ten thousand times and the great state of Georgia would still have gone red. Last time out I was denied my right to vote. I was trying to cast my ballot in absentia and it mysteriously did not get there in time. Again, though, Georgia did not miss my tick for Kerry/Edwards, going red all the way. Today I managed to resist the Nader urge that college-age me had succumbed to (he was actually on the ballot this time) and the curious pull of Georgians Bob Barr and Cynthia McKinney, neither of whom I knew were running, but both of whom scare the crap out of me.
But I'm not saying who I voted for, just to be safe. So what's my point then? Oh, yeah- third time's the charm.
(Tim Russert and his crazy whiteboard will be missed tonight.)