Awaiting me at work yesterday, an email from my boss: “Educated as a political scientist and, until now, proud of that fact, I’m currently reflecting on some of my major life choices and contemplating retirement as a pundit, to avoid further embarrassment. So, let’s all give appropriate and due honours to Brad, the mighty oracle, and lets buck up and pay our gambling debts.”

Apparently, listening to CBC in the mornings on my way to work has made me something of a political “realist” and thus netted me something of a healthy beer fund from our informal election pool on Monday. I guess drinks are on me tomorrow.