![]() ![]() ![]() Sure, you couldn’t ignore the victories or the big-picture moments, and the day-after stories would be celebratory in their way-duly restrained but with a nod to victory itself, not unlike the next-day account of a Super Bowl or Game Seven of the World Series.Ĭapture the triumph for a night or relish the race too close to call. ![]() There was no investment in which candidate was winning-he (or she) was destined to disappoint in the long run-and the dominant emotion was a certain not-quite-cynical detachment amid the electric buzz of the vote count and projections and the anticipation of relief that the endless push of the campaign was finally over. The only thing that ever mattered was the horse race (think Gore-Bush) or the historic moment (think Obama-McCain). ![]() I have been in newsrooms on election night before. Pennsylvania, Wisconsin, and Michigan remained in doubt, but the reality was sinking in: Donald Trump was on the verge of winning the American presidency. Our CEO, Mark Thompson, stood near the political desk, looking on with his wife and a small group of others connected somehow to The Times. Said I would lose the primaries, then the general election. The failing has been wrong about me from the very beginning. ![]()
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