It's been 112 years since two New Yorkers ran against each other for president (Teddy Roosevelt won). There was the four-term colossus of FDR, of course, followed by crickets: Thomas E. Dewey was the (losing) Republican in 1948; Geraldine Ferraro was the Democrats' (losing) veep candidate in 1984.
But now -- and this is Yuge -- Gotham is back, and we are relishing (with lots of relish) the very real possibility that two New York hot dogs could be the finalists (and that a third, Michael Bloomberg, could run as an independent).
Bernie Sanders, lately of Vermont, was born in Brooklyn and has the hard-boiled accent, in-your-face style and socialist chops to prove it. Donald Trump is upper-end Queens, but still Queens, where ambitious WASPs yearn to make it big in Manhattan -- which The Donald did with a million bucks from Dad.
(Hillary Clinton is sort of a New Yorker, but Chappaqua, where her email server lives, is Westchester County, which is too suburban to count. And she's really from Chicago.)
We at FTL would love to cover this political equivalent of a subway series. Let's admit it: We love New York City values -- all five boroughs. And a square-off between two New Yorkers would mean we could drop the burdensome Whitmanesque pretense of loving every square inch of America. (Walt Whitman, of course, was a New Yorker, and editor of the Brooklyn Eagle.) Because, with all due respect to our Iowa readers, have you ever been in Ottumwa in January?
So let the contest begin: cream cheese vs. foie gras, bagels vs. croissants, the New York Public Housing Authority Symphony Orchestra (yes, there is one) vs. the Metropolitan Opera. In a word, Bernie vs. The Donald.
May the bigger macher win.