A few weeks ago, I tripped on Charles Krauthammer.

OK, I didn’t trip *on* him, but I definitely walked into his wheelchair and had to stop short while he sped out of the way. That’s what happens when I try to read and walk at the same time. Why can’t I trip on an O’s fan or something more poetic?
Mr. K is one of my favorite political commentators (I really don’t think that should be a word.) on Fox News and the Post. He also has Nationals season tickets two sections over from ours. I’ve seen him a few times and I’ve always wanted to say Hi. I’ve never wanted to trip on his wheelchair, but such are the oddities of my life, along with being clumsy. And socially awkward.
Speaking of socially awkward, I decided to chat Charlie K. up last week. I approached him (while trying to eat his dinner….strike two) and told him I was a big fan. After my impressive opening line, I asked him who, in his professional opinion, I should vote for. His reply: “Anyone but Obama.” Well, duh.
Back in our seats, we enjoyed the game with a family friend- one of a dozen known Republican Jews. He hates Obama. He rails against Obama. When asked who he’d vote for in 2012, his answer is Romney. If Perry or Bachmann wins the ticket?  Obama.
WHAT?
So I realized we need to get it together. Don’t vote for your favorite candidate. My favorite candidate at this point is Santorum. It makes my father-in-law cry. I’m not going to vote for Santorum in the primaries. Or Bachmann. Or anyone that can’t get at least 270 electoral votes. See, I have to vote for the man (yes- I said it- man) who can beat Barack. Not the person with my preferred platform. Or best accent. Or coolest hair, though the last one is a toughie. Bachmann wins that one. Or maybe Kate Middleton…
I digress.
Jim Geraghty says it best:
“I walk into this decision knowing I have to balance how much I like [the candidate] against the criteria of whether enough voters in enough states to amount to 270 electoral votes like him. There’s no point in getting the GOP to nominate my ideal candidate — say, the mind of Friedrich Hayek in the body of Salma Hayek — if the country won’t elect him or her.”

As though he interviewed my husband, he’s got it right.