“Cool” and “angry.”
I’ll let you decide which word applies to which candidate.
But suffice to say, McCain reminded me of a human Tasmanian Devil spinning in a whirl of arms and legs and spittle and fury as he flailed away at Obama, once landing a rhetorical blow when McCain chided his opponent for mistaking him for George W. Bush.
But the hit felt lucky, as if McCain was launching tons of shrapnel into the air hoping a fragment would nick Obama – who came away from the night relatively unscathed.
In the end, I’ll give the night to Obama. He kept his poise, whereas McCain only reinforced his image as a hothead.