DNC Day 4
My calves were killing me by the time Obama took the stage. After the hassles of the Pepsi Center I figured there was no way I’d get into to Mile High Stadium. But after a long shuttle bus ride (Ted Koppel was on my bus) and the usual security checks, my credentials got me right onto the field for one-hour visits (which I could renew without difficulty). I was excited! Even a political non-believer like me wanted to see the first time a black American accepted the presidential nomination. And more than that, I just wanted to see Obama do what he’s best at: deliver [...]

So when Bill Clinton spoke, I got it. A little. Despite his flaws, Bill Clinton gets me excited. I like his swagger and comfort while speaking, and his audacity to throw around a million statistics and still make it feel completely accessible. I believe, when listening to him, that he’s read every op-ed page in every newspaper and has Figured It Out. Intellectually, I have my doubts. But emotionally I just think “I would vote for this man today.”



