
Can you picture Matthews in the second grade, bow tie, knee high socks, sitting on a bench, alone, staring off at Hillary on another bench being courted by the handsome kid. Matthews all forlorn, looking down at his buster brown shoes with the double knotted laces, telling himself that one day he would have a gal as cool as Hillary Clinton, or else.
I think it's safe to say we've arrived at the "or else" part of the equation.