To be fair, I was one of the early converts. Back in 2004, even before his glorious speech at the Democratic National Convention, my wife brought him to my attention. I remember the moment clearly. It was a Thursday evening and I was headed to play flag football in the worst flag football league ever assembled by man. After picking up one of my teammates, my cell phone rang and upon answering, my wife immediately began recounting a speech she had just seen. It was hard to understand her since she kind of sounded like one of those girls you see screaming in the background whenever they show The Beatles first appearance on The Ed Sullivan Show. She was sure he was going to be President. As I hung up the phone my friend asked what that was all about. "My wife is about to leave me for some dude named Obama something-or-other," I told him.
"Osama who?" he asked.