Everybody's read Ben Montgomery's story on Mitt Romney in this morning's Tampa Bay Times?
My favorite part of the piece:
At El Palacio de los Jugos, Romney stepped off the air-conditioned bus and climbed the stage. He asked his son Craig to say a few words in Spanish. The crowd cheered.
When Romney returned to the microphone, the folks in the back couldn't hear what he was saying. He could've been talking about the Marlins' bullpen, but when those in the front cheered, the people in the back did, too. This was a crowd he needed to motivate, not convince.
Before long, he began to sweat. It started as a sheen on his forehead, but as he talked he perspired more, until drops ran down his face. When he finished and began shaking hands and kissing cheeks, he was a sweaty mess, no longer stiff, no longer starched.
He finally looked like a Floridian.