Election night approacheth, and with it the once-every-four-years evening you spend at your neighbor’s return-watching party with that guy. Let’s say his name is Lance. Works with your neighbor’s sister. Every presidential election night, at around 8:30, Lance always drops the big “You know, Nebraska and Maine split their electoral votes” and the whole room is like “ooh” and “aah” and “Wow, Lance really knows his stuff” so that when things get a little tense down around 10 o’clock everyone is looking at Lance like he’s David Gergen or something to ask him to explain what’s happening. And you’re just that guy in the corner who knows all the vice presidents in order going back to John Adams.
Well, Lance-o, not this year. This is the year you impress everyone in that room right down to their margin of error with your handy guide to turnout in New York City. By borough. That’s right, Lance-a-little, beat that with your factoid about presidential elections where the winner has lost the popular vote (there were four).