Golly! Wasn't that something last night? Before this, the biggest crowd I ever spoke to was a crowd of 94 on Inuit Awareness Day (43 if you subtract huskies).

Did you like that barb about how being mayor of Wasila was like being a community organizer except with responsibility. I didn't get into specifics because my record speaks for itself:

• Keeping wolves away from our babies. The previous mayor, Chester Bottomfields, lost 14 babies on his watch. Me? Only 8. That's a 57% reduction I plan on taking to Washington.
• Fighting gentrification from the Anchorage city folk. We resisted the cosmopolitan sway of greater Anchorage with their fancy Sports Authority-bought Crossbows and their modern refrigeration methods.
• Budget management. And we did it while completely abolishing taxes. The entire budget was raised by chili cook-off's and charity kissing booths.

My other zinger was that line about the only difference between a hockey mom and a pit bull was lipstick. Truth be told, there are a few other differences:

• Pit bulls can't comprehend sports, let alone hockey.
• Although rabies runs fairly rampant in both demographics, it's slightly more prevalent in pit bulls.
• Female pit bulls carry themselves with a refinement and grace that hockey moms can't really touch.

Oh and I had one more joke that the speech writers wouldn't let me say last night: My deaf and dumb baby has more executive experience than Barack Obama! Zing!!