Not since Carly Simon allowed one of her most famous love ballads to be used for a Heinz catsup commercial has there been this much anticipation over so little. Suddenly, politicians and pundits have been seized by a peculiar malady known as Throttlebottom Frenzy. Bereft of its Mario scenarios, frustrated in its fantasies of brokered conventions, the political community is now obsessed with demonstrating its collective cleverness by divining the identities of the two vice-presidential nominees.
Every day there is a new rumor, another heartbeat-away boomlet. First it's Sam Nunn, then it's none of the above. Earthbound since 1984, John Glenn...
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