On Sept. 26, I was one of the 84 million viewers who spent the evening glued to the TV as our next president chided our soon-to-be most famous loser. That's not a prediction for who will win on Nov. 8, but one needn't employ fact checkers to realize one of the two candidates will replace the four-time Super Bowl-losing Buffalo Bills as the poster child for ineptitude.
When it was over, and I watched Donald Trump take a stroll through the media spin room proclaiming victory while his closest aides tried to contain their laughter, I, like millions of other Americans, felt confused, ashamed and bewildered.
I also felt very hungry.
And why not? I had just watched a half hour...