
Rumors floated around in the last thrust of the primaries earlier this week that some negotiating was going on behind-the-scenes to exchange pledges for a toasty VP slot for Hillary Clinton.
The scuttlebutt revved up a little when word filtered out that Obama knocked Hillary up ( English term for calling someone on the telephone) and suggested they get together for a chat when things calmed down a bit.
In spite of the fact pundits and the insiders alike hinted that wily Hillary was a designer shoe-in for the "dream ticket", conflicting statements started filtering out of both camps.
I guess someone woke up from the nightmare!
"No overtures were made," stressed a loyal poker-faced chieftain playing cards close to the chest in the Clinton camp.
Meanwhile, press outlets started reporting that in a clandestine conference call with key players on the Democratic ticket scene, Hillary swore up-and-down she'd do whatever it took to help usher Obama-cakes into the Oval Office in November. And, some allege, she slyly made a ploy for the second-place slot on the ticket, somewhat obsequiously.
Boy, would I have liked to have been a fly on that wall!
But, something must have gone awry.
Suddenly, on the heels of his big-win Tuesday, Obama did a bit of an about-face.
To an incredulous media, he announced he'd wait 'til fall to name a running mate.
Ouch!
But, it was the stunner about mulling over potential candidates, that tipped me off.
If Obama isn't sure about Hillary now, he'll never be come he** or high water.
In retrospect, all the shenanigans leading up-to and in-the-wake of securing the much coveted prize, amounted to a lot of flimsy posturing, the swallowing-of-pride, you name-call it.
So, what fell down and went boom?
Perhaps, Lady Diana said it best.
Three in a marriage just doesn't work.
If it wasn't slick Willy's fault, then just maybe Hillary's to blame for failing to be a "gentleman" on Tuesday night - and ultimately - for being a spoil sport.
After all, boys will be boys.
What do I predict?
No Hillary. No Edwards.
Yup, it's all about change.
So, I hazard a guess that "Golden Boy" will be scratching around for a spanking new candidate without any baggage.
Bet 'ya a fiver, dudes.

Reflections in a golden eye...