You all know what happened in Game 6 of the 1986 World Series. The Red Sox were just about to win the World Series, something that happened about as often as Halley's Comet coming to visit. Fans were waking up their kids so they could watch, and then, it all fell apart. Bill Buckner lets a routine ground ball dribble right through his legs, the Mets win Game 6, go on to win Game 7, and take home the trophy. It would be another generation before the Red Sox would win another Pennant.
Apparently, Massachusetts is chock full of Bill Buckners. How the hell do you take the safest Senate seat in the country and blow it, just like that? Taking the wrong pages from the Kerry-Edwards 2004 playbook surely didn't help. Let's see if I can conjure a few more apt sports analogies for you.
Doffing your cap to the crowd, thinking you just hit a home run while the left fielder plays the ball of the Green Monster, throws it to second base, and gets your ass out. In the ninth inning with two outs, and you were the tying run.
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