Stranger writers went north, east, and west this weekend and came back with one thing in common (in addition to full bellies and exhausted livers). We all noticed a lot of signs out there in the hinterlands supporting Clint Didier.
And hardly any supporting Dino Rossi.
And, just like our Slog polls, our observations out our car windows are infallible, scientifically sound, legally binding, and absolutely prophetic.
