You are driving me crazy, man.
I am so freaking anxious for an announcement, and yet you tease me and lead me on. I keep waiting to hear who will be your sidekick on the campaign trail - who will (hopefully) help you turn around this great nation like a phoenix rising from the ashes.
I keep waiting. And yet you play coy.
You go to the gym. You send out emails to the press titled "re: vice presidential" and then include a big JUST KIDDING! in the memo.
You're just being mean now.
And I know you've got that big to-do in Illinois tomorrow. The occasion when you'll make your big reveal like when the cool guy in high school unveils his date at the prom.
I get what you're trying to do. I get that you want to build all this excitement before the big party in Denver. I'm with ya, man, but it's time to give the people a little payoff. It's time to take this thing to the next level. It's time to reveal your running mate.
I know you called all the gracious losers and informed them of your decision.
It's time to let the rest of us in on the best-kept secret in months.