The impending demise of Obamacare has created a weird combination – liberal journalists and football metaphors. Throughout cyberspace, and in print and broadcast journalism, we hear cries for Democrats to dig down into their guts and “go for the touchdown.” In blogs, there is strident condemnation of “punting” in the red zone. “You don’t punt when you’re on the one yard line,” one columnist insisted. Our president agrees. “Health care is on the five yard line,” Obama implores the liberal base. “We’ve got to punch it through!”
I have previously discussed football-hating liberals. For the record, they are a minority among liberals, but they’re out there. At the University of Washington Tacoma (where I’m privileged to teach), there are individuals who don’t know what the Apple Cup is. At UW Seattle, a few honestly believe there is increased male violence against women on Superbowl Sunday. Last fall, UW’s AAUP line hosted an email chat about the “environmental impact” and “sustainability” of Husky home football games….
Sorry, I digress. Back to the football field, but with some metaphors that actually make sense.
While it is true that Obamacare came darn close to passing, the Massachusetts senatorial election changed everything. The health bill may have once been in the red zone, but isn’t any more. Sen. Scott Brown sacked the Democrat quarterback. Harry Reid took a hit so hard he has multiple fractures; Nancy Pelosi is on the sidelines with a severe concussion.
Right now, the Democrats are back on the 30 yard line and the crowd is booing. One third of their team – the Blue Dogs – have gone to the locker room to shower. That leaves them with seven men on the field to face a tough, fired-up GOP defense. Should the Dems go for it on the 30, fourth down and goal? No, an interception or fumble is the probable outcome. They might even be expelled from college.
What to do? How about a field goal? Give the GOP tort reform to reduce frivolous medical malpractice suits and ask them to join Democrats and vote to expand Medicaid? Or is the defense now too confident to give them another inch?
Whatever, here is my plea to liberal writers: Forget the football metaphors. It ain’t you. Maybe you should try soccer metaphors.
Meanwhile, up in heaven, the Gipper is smiling. Rah! Rah! Rah!