The outlook was simply brilliant for the DNC-ville team that year; The score stood two to one, with but one more curve to fear, And then when Nancy died at first, and Clinton did the same, A sickly silence fell upon the DNC patrons of the game. A straggling few got up to go in deep despair, but the MSM's best; Sang songs of "hope that springs eternal" within the human breast; They thought, if only Obama could get but a whack at that - They'd put up even money, now, with Obama at the bat.But Ried preceded Obama, as...