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In last night's debate with Joe Biden, did Donald Trump hit a grand slam in the bottom of the ninth inning of the seventh game of the World Series with his team down, 3-0?

Did he complete his Hail Mary pass in the Super Bowl with his team down, 13-6?

Did he hit his three-pointer in the NBA Finals' seventh game with his team down, 102-100?

Did he convert during penalties his shot in the World Cup final with his team down, 5-4?

No! 

If last night was the beginning of his comeback, his comeback will have to wait another day. To most experts, the two battled to a tie with each having his moments. The mere fact that Trump comported himself like a normal person was being celebrated by the Republicans. But the experts are arguing that Trump fell far short of a championship performance.

Can he win even though he is trailing by substantial numbers in the election? He has done it once against staggering odds and scored perhaps the biggest upset in U.S. presidential politics.

But the dynamics are different this time. He isn't running against the hated Hillary Clinton. He is running against the even more hated Coronavirus. As much as he tries to run away from the pandemic, he can't hide. This plague is Biden's ace. With almost 225,000 dead and 8.4 million documented cases, Trump has to face these growing numbers every day.

He knew from day one Coronavirus was going to be bad and he did nothing. He has continued to do nothing except mutter such inanities that it was going to disappear like a miracle, that is was going to disappear in the hot weather and that it would disappear with a good shot of bleach among other absurd utterings. 

Last night he continued with his unwillingness to face the facts and tell the truth. He said that after spikes in Florida, Texas and Arizona, it was trending down. It is trending upward in a dramatic fashion in all three states. He added that the end was just around the corner when there were 75,000 new cases the previous day, the highest one-day total during the entire pandemic.

Emulating a boxer who has his foe pinned in the corner and against the ropes, Biden pounds Trump with the latter's abject failure to meet the Coronavirus challenge. To keep his foe off-balance, Biden jabs Trump with charges of racism, with his refusal to release his taxes, with his inability to present a health care plan, with his ineptness at delivering a stimulus package and with his unkept promise to initiate an infrastructure program. 

If Trump didn't lose the debate, he wasn't at the top of his game. He looked bloated. He couldn't put together a consistent attack. When Biden countered, Trump preferred to retreat rather than meet Biden's offense with a toe-to-toe response. He is at his best when he is flailing wildly and his fans are screaming madly. He isn't comfortable with a more technical strategy. He is not a Muhammad Ali. He is a Joe Frazier.

Metaphorically, there is no tomorrow although literally there are eleven tomorrows. Trump won't win the popular vote. He'll lose this time by more than the three million he lost four years ago, but those figures didn't stop him from winning the electoral college. 

In every battleground state, he is in the hunt. But unable to free himself from the Coronavirus noose around his neck and every Democrat united in hanging him, Trump is frantically campaigning non-stop; he fears that he is facing his political execution.  

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