Long ago and far away I was once a defensive lineman. Anyone who has ever strapped on a set of pads and a helmet can tell you there is a lot of trash talking that goes on in the trenches. All of it is uplifting and collegial. If you believe that, you might also believe Ron Paul has a snowballs chance in hell of winning the 2012 Race for the Oval.

But I digress. Where was I? Oh, yeah. Football.

One type of trash talk that is not permitted on the gridiron is anything resembling whining. While there may be no crying in baseball, there is certainly absolutely no whining permitted on the football field. Even the referees won’t tolerate it.

I remember one game where an offensive lineman was violating this doctrine repeatedly. After every play he would get up off the pile and find the line judge, get in his face and complain about his treatment by the defensive squad.

Ref! Ref! He head-slapped me!!

Ref! Ref! He clipped me!!

Ref! Ref! He grabbed my facemask!!

This went on for the better part of the first half until the line judge had finally reached his breaking point. He called an “officials time out” and grabbed the offensive lineman by the shoulder pads, shook him a bit, and said loud enough for both teams to hear:

“Son, he’s not cheap-shotting you. He’s kicking your [expletive deleted]. And frankly, it’s starting to be embarrassing. Now shut up and play football or get off the field.”

I tell this story only to illustrate a political point. Newt Gingrich has been getting his kicked in Florida by a very capable and focused Team Romney. They’ve been to this game before and know a few things about how it’s played. So yes, Mitt is carpet bombing the airwaves and outspending Mr. Newt by a ratio of 5-1. Nobody ever said this was fair fight or that the Marquess of Queensbury Rules (Reagan’s 11th Commandment) were going to be observed or applied.

In the midst of this bruising primary campaign, Newt is busy running to anyone with a microphone to whine about his treatment at the hands of Team Romney. Thus complains Newt the Angry Little Attack Muffin:

He has a basic policy of carpet-bombing his opponent.

Goldman-Sachs is “rigging the game”.

Romney is a “fundamentally dishonest man”.

Memo to Mr. Newt: He’s not cheap-shotting you, Son. He’s kicking your [expletive deleted] and frankly your homage to John “Lurch” Kerry is starting to become embarrassing. End Memo.

I’ll plainly admit my pro-Romney bias. I think he’s the best possible choice in the current field . I also believe him to be the best possible candidate to change this nation’s current trajectory and hopefully undo that which Barry and Company have wrought. While Mr. Newt may be an able debater and a credentialed historian, I haven’t seen anything yet that makes me believe he can top Obama in November.

With an estimated campaign war chest of just under 600 large (a little Soprano lingo), Mr. Newt can rail all he likes about fighting this all the way to the convention. That kind of cash only guarantees the only thing he’ll be able to do up to the convention is whine to any MSM outlet willing to put his mug on the tube. Forgive me if I don’t see that as a path to victory.

You see, in the end, I’m all about winning. I don’t want another four years of watching my country go down the tubes whilst an empty suit lectures me on paying my fair share.