I’m here at Cheney Stadium, an outdoor baseball field in Tacoma where the air is quite chilly and the infield has been converted into that familiar Obama campaign rally scene:

I’m wishing I’d brought gloves—who knew that Cheney Stadium was open air?—and I’m also feeling a little wistful. I’ve been to more than a few presidential campaign rallies in the last year and a half, some of them in Washington State (Hillary inside that hot, hot hangar down at the Port of Seattle, Obama at Key Arena right before the caucuses, Obama at Showbox SoDo way back before he was taken seriously) and some of them in other states (Obama in Iowa, Oprah in Iowa, Kucinich in New Hampshire, Ron Paul near San Francisco, Obama at Mile High Stadium in Denver).

I’m feeling like this may be the last big rally I see before Nov. 4. I don’t imagine Biden will be back here after today. I can’t see Obama himself coming to Washington before the election. And I really can’t see McCain or Palin showing showing up in a state where Obama is ahead by 10 points.

So, hello Cheney Stadium, hello “Signed, Sealed, Delivered” playing once again and giving me Iowa flashbacks, hello giant American flag…

…hello Obama enthusiasts….

…hello certain-to-come talk about the Tacoma Rainiers and other heroes of working class heroes….

And, sniff, goodbye presidential campaign rallies. I’m gonna miss them.