If there is such a thing as a "distorted lens" in electoral politics, you may be certain that David Broder is viewing the world through it. Let's hope he survives (awake) in that drear Bedford hotel room while outside wilds the terrible cold. However, one doubts that the the post-caucus "bar crawl" is Broder's cup of tea (so to speak). He is far more accustomed to swanky beltway cocktail parties and chuming it up with Rove, Rummy, Dick and his other heroes. We will look forward to the "dean's" cockeyed analyses for our amusement in the coming weeks.