Blood on the Sock

Not long ago, I considered the handlers of Martha Coakley to be idiots. Having crafted a game plan of keeping their candidate off the campaign trail, I figured it was their strategy that had forfeited her front runner status. But in the past five days, forced onto the campaign trail by her plummeting hopes, Coakley has proven them to be excellent judges of their candidate. Locked in a cupboard is where she belongs.
Dan Rea: Umm Would Barack Obama be in if this thing was not this close? Martha Coakley: Umm it’s hard to know, I think that he uh is welcome in Massachusetts and I’m sure everybody is happy to see a president come. Rea:  62 to 36 (referring to the President's victory margin here) Coakley: But I think probably if it weren’t so close Rudy Giuliani wouldn't come here either and besides he’s a Yankee fan (Laughter)  I just want people to know (Laughter) Rea: Uhhh yeah but now Scott Brown has Curt Schilling, okay Coakley:  another Yankee fan Rea: Schilling? Coakley: Yes Rea: Curt Schilling a Yankee fan? Coakley: nooo, alright I’m wrong on my, I’m wrong Rea: The Red Sox’s great pitcher of the bloody sock? Coakley: well he’s not there anymore.
Don't forget that it was just a few days ago that Coakley was mocking Scott Brown for his hands-on approach to campaigning.
“Coakley bristles at the suggestion that, with so little time left, in an election with such high stakes, she is being too passive. ‘As opposed to standing outside Fenway Park? In the cold? Shaking hands?’ she fires back, in an apparent reference to a Brown online video of him doing just that.”
What machine aristocrats like Martha don't get is that the street provides sustenance. Scott's pathway to success hasn't been orchestrated by consultants in offices hundreds of miles away. His path has been built, day by day, brick by brick, on the sidewalks of our state.
Massachusetts has fallen in love with Scott Brown because his handshakes, his warmth and the sense of humor he's displayed as he shares our cold have sent a clear message: When Scott gets to Washington he will be there on our behalf, as our representative, not the representative of the overstuffed tuxedos with ten thousand dollar checks hanging out of their pockets. Scott seems to understand intuitively what values are and what character is, but, in fact, he's worked hard to reach that understanding. It is that effort, that cause and effect, that plants Scott's feet so firmly in our corner. This quality is one that is not likely to be found in the 'bubble people' like Martha, who move through life faster and more smoothly than others but somehow seem not to have experienced it.
Like riders on conveyor belts at the airport, the Coakleys of the world get whisked from point A to point B without exerting themselves. Without exertion, however, there is no struggle, and struggle is the only source of education that life offers. The shared reality of struggle connects us, and Martha's refusal to pay that small price for our acceptance represents an obliviousness to our struggles. As such, she has failed to pay the admission for entry into our lives and our hearts.
On Tuesday, it seems certain, Scott will finish first in a short race in which he will have prevailed over long odds. We have all enjoyed the richness of that ride, and we have enjoyed watching Scott's growth over the course of the campaign, for our sense of our own power has grown along with his - he has made his journey ours. This is the point of America - that the power belongs to us and is only on loan to the powerful, and in the case of this campaign we have reclaimed it - hopefully not just for the one outing - and we send Scott forth knowing that he will be our representative, not another pretender.
We never doubted that Scott knew who Curt Schilling is - and even for Martha Coakley, it's a surprise that she doesn't. But that's not why we support Scott, nor why we oppose Martha. We're with him for the same reason that we were with Curt. Because he's fighting for us. Blood on the sock.