To the victor belongs the spoils.

She was going to win. Way ahead coming in for the finish after bicycling through rigged primaries, swimming through super delegate sharks trained not to attack Her, and finally sprinting for the finish with all the network announcers cheering her on to inevitable victory.

He was going to lose. He refused to schedule himself according to their rules. He had to run multiple races in a timeframe nobody else did. The coach of his principal competition told his boy not to worry; the deranged blond upstart would fold three quarters of the way down the track. From sheer exhaustion and inexperience.

Life is funny.

Sometimes you win clean. Sometimes you to try to win clean and fail. And, sometimes, you find a way to win ugly.