Wow, that kicked ass.
I remember sitting in my living room in 1980, watching the Republican convention, and when the first state gave their nomination to Ronald Reagan, the place went apeshit. They cheered so long that they cut away for commercials, came back, and they were still cheering. Even at that age, I loathed Reagan and everything he stood for, but I understood the moment for what it was: the country was going to change, one way or another.
Tonight, after the bio film and the introduction, Obama came out to a similar wave of ecstasy pulsing through the stadium. It wasn’t creepily Messianic, nor blindly frothing – it felt like a release, an outpouring, a moment whose time had come. And suddenly, I completely got the way all those people felt about Reagan, but this time, THE GUY WAS MINE.
In a way, my guys – and the guys and gals of all progressives – have been losing since that very moment in 1980. Yes, there were the Clinton years, but Clinton mostly had a Republican Congress and while I always remained his apologist, he could break your heart.
But tonight, when Obama yelled into the microphone “ENOUGH!” and it reverberated over the Rocky Mountains, I could feel the ship of America list slightly to the port side, as if the gears had unlocked, and an old wheel began to turn again. The Brits say “hope springs eternal,” but in America, maybe it springs every 28 years or so.