Banging the Boards
When Obama reached his podium last night, IP started banging out the opening notes to Queen’s “We Will Rock You.” You know, the stamping-clamping beat. I started laughing, then launched into Chumbawumba’s “Tubthumping.” No, we hadn’t had many margaritas as of that moment. But we were probably echoing the fangirl/fanboy attitude of the congressmen/women who were waiting in the chamber since 8am for a prime camera shot seat (or at least some poor intern was). The feel of the chamber, at least on TV (or MSNBC.com), was that of Joe Louis Arena when the Red Wings are two seconds away from another Stanley Cup. Barely restrained glee as the clock counts down to something good, but you’re still holding it in because you know that something could spoil it (cough::Republicans::cough). It settled down to business after those moments, but I have to say I’ve personally never been as excited for a national address by any president. Nor have I ever found myself nodding and clapping along with Congress during these addresses until last night.
We’ll be singing when we’re winning indeed.
