Now here's a sentence I never thought I'd utter: I'm really looking forward to see Adam Sandler's new film, Punch-Drunk Love. Truly, it's the apocalypse.
When we return, it's Sunday night, and Bartlet's stretched out on the sofa, watching a football game and grousing about the coaching as he reads stuff. I think they're in the First Bedroom. C.J.'s there. He tells C.J.: "You know, if you ask a professional athlete what the hardest thing is to do in sports, they'll all say 'hit a baseball.' But a coach once told me that the hardest thing to do in sports is to walk into your Super Bowl locker room at half-time and change the strategy that got you there 'cause it's no longer working." C.J. asks, "It's really okay that after almost every play, somebody requires medical attention?" Jed: "It's not even the number of debates, as much as the format. Two-minute response followed by a one-minute reply. That's not a debate. That's not a debate! It's a joint press conference." Agreed.
Sam arrives. Jed says, "Nice job on the Red Mass. First-rate. You don't mind if I change everything, do you?" Sam: "No, sir." Jed shows him where he's made changes. Sam: "Ah. Cute. Let's take a look." Jed continues grumbling: "It's a joint press conference. It's not necessary that the candidates be in the same room. That part's just theatre." C.J. explains to Sam that they're talking about ways to lower expectations. Sam, reading Jed's revisions, says, "I like what you did. I like the 80/20." Jed: "Be nice to be able to respond to what the other person has said, and ask them a question. And the moderator should be empowered to press for an answer, just as a judge can of a witness, or a member of Congress in a confirmation hearing."