I voted for George W Bush in November 2000 similar to choosing a date for a wedding. You know two guys, and aren’t thrilled with either. One of them, however, is probably nice enough but you know by the end of the night you would be watching your watch and wondering who Jay Leno had on. So you choose the other guy.
I chose George W Bush mainly because I couldn’t bear the thought of listening to Al Gore talking to me like I’m an idiot for four years.
I was also dancing with a more conservative philosophy, but that had nothing to do with why I voted for W. I was voting against Al Gore, and not because I hated him. But the thought of him made me nauseous and listening to him irritated me.
I watched with interest W's speeches. Figured he was a good enough guy. And we got along fine for 9 months. Until 9-11.
On 9-11 my initial reation was not to pray for the victims of the horrible attack; it was to pray for W. I thought, “Good God, give this man the wisdom he needs”. And my next prayer was to thank God that it was W and not Al Gore who was the president. I was not certain W knew what to do, but I knew that Al wouldn’t.
I’m not sure that my prayer was answered. I’m beginning to think W didn’t need any wisdom—he had it all along.
So it was kind of like less-than-enthusiastically choosing a guy for a date to a wedding, and then years later marrying that guy. And then years and years later being ever so grateful you went on that first date.
The above is an official find-the-baby-photo (Lane is way to the right in the arms of a VERY handsome player, Joe is in the back with the trophy). Cade, Cas and Jack are near the front in the bottom right corner.
