Okay, who won the betting pool? It wasn’t me. I figured he’d hang on through the end of July.
I was way off, I figured he’d hang in until Nov. 2019 then get chopped with the other dead wood with one year to go. They’d make it a nice, “They’re all fabulous candidates but here’s our finalists....!” Nope, it’s, “Don’t let the door hit your old backside, creepy-uncle...”