And Mitt won.  It has seemed like a lifetime of debates (but really, there have been too many), media blasts, and angry grimaces but the most gelled and quaffed candidate proved the victor.  Not to say that the (race is won and the) road doesn't stretch far ahead of this hurdle.  After all, the candidates are only four states into this mess.  The New Yorker summed up the grand picture in this past week's cover--President Obama watching 'The Big Game,' which is not the upcoming Super Bowl (go Giants!) but a nasty brawl between Romney and Gingrich.  The fight is not over and us over here at Washington and Lee have the lovely task of predicting the victor.  

Don't worry, though!  Our fearless leaders have proved their worthiness through their day-old t-shirts, air mattress-filled office, and complete neglect of schoolwork (I have it on good authority that the General Chair missed a class this week-gasp!).  We don't stop believin'.  We're walking on sunshine (literally, it was 70 degrees today.  What's that about, Al Roker?) We believe we can fly.  Stay tuned to see if our pre-event and expectations attitudes become vindicated in this event or if, once again, we are the picture of ignorant and angsty youth.