Through a strange set of circumstances and events I can account for most of Mitch O?’Brien?’s time and actions from Saturday afternoon through late last night. I will try my best to not let my emotions interfere with this writing as they did when I read some of the last ditch desperate postings by his opponents.
Saturday afternoon I ran into Mitch when he was straightening up some of his campaign signs that had been obviously stomped down. I asked him how the campaign was going. We struck up a conversation and when we walked to the next sign needing fixing I noticed he was limping and I asked him what had happened. He told me that he has twisted his ankle badly on a sidewalk while going door to door and meeting the voters. Having weak ankles myself, I advised him to go home and ice it. He said he had a full night ahead and couldn?’t. He said he was, as he has done numerous times in the past, volunteering to work concessions at the playoff game. I asked him about all his signs that had appeared all up and down 256. He said he had accounted for nearly all his signs and it appeared that people had been taking them out of the yards of people who had requested them and moving them all over the place. He said he had gone out once to move his away from his opponent?’s because it seemed that a zealous supporter had placed them too close to the opponent?’s and he thought it looked tacky so he moved them. After they were again moved close to his opponent?’s he gave up saying that it appeared that whoever was doing this had a lot more free time on their hands than he did.
I saw him at the game along with many other candidates. I asked him how the ankle was doing and he showed me how swollen it was and I noticed he was having trouble getting around on it. Later I met him at the fence near the end zone as he was taking a well deserved break and cheering on the Tigers. After the game I walked out with him and he said that well into the fourth quarter after the visiting band had been served and the crowd dwindled to just a few, and with most of the candidates standing around with their hands in their pockets, the lady in charge of the concessions who he has worked with so much over the last few years told him to go watch the game because she knew what a huge Tiger fan he is. Everything was under control there.
He was sitting in his usual place with his friends and neighbors. There was no Mike Sabatino in sight. While someone said all the candidates were still working, they outnumbered customers two to one.
(to be continued)
Saturday afternoon I ran into Mitch when he was straightening up some of his campaign signs that had been obviously stomped down. I asked him how the campaign was going. We struck up a conversation and when we walked to the next sign needing fixing I noticed he was limping and I asked him what had happened. He told me that he has twisted his ankle badly on a sidewalk while going door to door and meeting the voters. Having weak ankles myself, I advised him to go home and ice it. He said he had a full night ahead and couldn?’t. He said he was, as he has done numerous times in the past, volunteering to work concessions at the playoff game. I asked him about all his signs that had appeared all up and down 256. He said he had accounted for nearly all his signs and it appeared that people had been taking them out of the yards of people who had requested them and moving them all over the place. He said he had gone out once to move his away from his opponent?’s because it seemed that a zealous supporter had placed them too close to the opponent?’s and he thought it looked tacky so he moved them. After they were again moved close to his opponent?’s he gave up saying that it appeared that whoever was doing this had a lot more free time on their hands than he did.
I saw him at the game along with many other candidates. I asked him how the ankle was doing and he showed me how swollen it was and I noticed he was having trouble getting around on it. Later I met him at the fence near the end zone as he was taking a well deserved break and cheering on the Tigers. After the game I walked out with him and he said that well into the fourth quarter after the visiting band had been served and the crowd dwindled to just a few, and with most of the candidates standing around with their hands in their pockets, the lady in charge of the concessions who he has worked with so much over the last few years told him to go watch the game because she knew what a huge Tiger fan he is. Everything was under control there.
He was sitting in his usual place with his friends and neighbors. There was no Mike Sabatino in sight. While someone said all the candidates were still working, they outnumbered customers two to one.
(to be continued)
