I can’t help that the recent election is on my mind. How can it not be when yards from sea to shining sea are littered with now-expired campaign signs, when TV commercials across the dial were for months inundated with campaign advertisements, and when mailboxes in every home in America were stuffed with fliers promising this candidate is good because of this and that candidate is bad because of that.

 

I’m glad it’s over, but it always takes a week to get it out of my system.

You know who’s really glad it’s over? The losers.

The poor souls who spent months, years or decades preparing for Tuesday’s election. They poured no telling how much money, time and energy into their campaigns, put themselves out there for voters to accept or reject and went to bed decidedly rejected.

That has to hurt.

For a lot of losers (and I use the term technically, not disparagingly) it’s too much to overcome and they grow bitter. Some blame everyone but themselves. I’ve seen losing candidates blame the voters, which I guess is technically accurate (they ARE the reason someone else wins) but not very sportsman-like. I’ve seen losing candidates refuse to concede and throw lawsuits and challenges at their opponents, wasting time, annoying voters and delaying the inevitable.

Some people just don’t know how to lose.

Whether it’s a game of basketball, or a game of monopoly (I have a brother-in-law who turns almost satanic when he loses at monopoly) sometimes things don’t go our way. And that’s okay. We let it go. We try again later and we keep our head high.

After all, it’s only a game (even politics).

 

 

 

 

 

 

but if Arkansas doesn’t beat LSU next Saturday, I might cry.