The two competitors had been at it for a long time. The guy I was backing was obviously going to win; he’d opened up a sizable lead early in the contest. His opponent kept at it, though, even though any objective analysis clearly indicated that no recovery was possible. There would be no comeback. His lead was insurmountable.
The presumptive winner began to get frustrated, silently wishing that the other person would just bow out. I couldn’t help but share his frustration. “Oh, come on! Give up already!” I shouted at the television. But the loser wasn’t listening. Even though the result was obvious, this chump didn’t see the writing on the wall.
What’s that you say? Oh, you thought I was talking about the Democratic primary? Well, actually, I’m talking about watching my brother-in-law Matt kick people’s asses at Guitar Hero last night. They never seem to know when to just throw in the towel. So he has to play all of “Through Fire and Flames” every single time, even after it’s clear to everyone that it’s a total effing beating.
Oh, and Hillary should quit already.
(Matt: Yes, you are Barack Obama in this analogy. Your mom would be so proud!)