Obama at the Bat*The Outlook wasn't brilliant for Leftyville that day:The health care plan was muddled, with but one press conference more to play.And then when the job approval numbers died, and personal popularity did the same,A sickly silence fell upon the progressives in the game.A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The restClung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;They thought, if only Obama could get but a whack at that -We'd put up even money, now, with Obama at the bat.Then from 5,000 throats and more there rose a lusty yell;It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,For Obama, mighty Obama, was advancing to the bat.There was ease in Obama's manner as he stepped into his place;There was pride in Obama's bearing and a smile on Obama's face.And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,No s tranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Obama at the bat.Ten thousand eyes were...(Read Full Post)