Final Word

Well, today's the day. Yes, the day we at Team Marketing Report put

out our annual NBA Fan Cost Index.

And oh yeah, that election that may decide the fate of the free world.



This is also the day we Illinoisians (is that a word?) vote Alan Keyes into the Senate.



I know Keyes is not a popular choice, but I mean who else would Jesus vote for

if he lived in a garden apartment in Chicago?



And who's this Obama guy they keep talking about?

Sounds like a terrorist to me.

That should've been Keyes' campaign slogan:

Barack Obama. Sounds like a terrorist to me.

Vote Alan Keyes. He sounds American.



I won't ramble on about my choice for President (Ben

Roethlisberger) and my vision of the future of this

country (Steelers' Super Bowl titles for all, Pirates'

World Series championships for some), but instead pass

along these words from Wonkette's Ana Marie Cox:



I was all set to vote for George Bush even after

finding out that he wouldn't let me marry Mary Cheney

if I wanted to. And when he made the pronunciation of

"Lambeau Field" a campaign issue? It seemed fair.

After all, he's proved that not knowing the names of

foreign leaders is much less important than correctly

pronouncing the homes of popular sports teams. Of

course, he totally sold me with the debates: any man

who explains a mystery bulge as bad tailoring is more

than confident enough to take on the Euroweenies. But

in the end, with the fate of the free world at stake

and all, I've got to go with the guy who would admit

that sending thousands of American soldiers and Iraqi

civilians to their deaths to protect us from imaginary

weapons was, in fact, a mistake.