I should have something substantive to say about the Democratic primary race and today's primaries, and may later today.

But for now, I listen to journalists and pundits complaining about the lengthier-than-expected primary season and respond: "More, please." Why hurry? November is a long way off.

Right now, I want to see the equivalent of a Game 7 of the World Series between two teams in which I have no rooting interest that goes deep into extra innings, in which rosters fall apart and players' assigned roles totally fall by the wayside - preferably one in which the preceding game also went into extra innings. (Closest real-life examples: Game 5 of the 2004 ALCS, Game 6 of the 1999 NLCS, Game 7 of the 2003 ALCS.) We can even speculate about a brokered convention, which is the equivalent of a position player coming in to pitch.

In other words, merits be damned: Go Hillary!