Louis Armstrong was heard to say, referring to the unbelievably high, long, and and strong note he would often hit with his trumpet at the end of a difficult jazz tune: “I had it in my back pocket all the while.”
The point being that while Armstrong’s listeners or the fans in the crowd would be thinking, surely he’s already worn himself out with all the playing he’s already done, there’s no way he can hit the note he seems like he’s heading up to!, Armstrong had practiced and prepared himself so thoroughly, and trained his playing embouchure so exhaustively, that he’d left exactly nothing to chance. When the moment came for him to amaze and shine up on stage, Armstrong the musical magician was NOT going to fail.
The analogy to Murphy limps, because his performance is an illusion whereas Armstrong’s was real. But the part where Murphy pulls a victory out of the hat on Wednesday, when he looked for all the world to be heading toward a shocking upset loss on Tuesday night, leaves witnesses reliably entranced, astonished, and most importantly, asking no pertinent or incisive questions about how the hell he did it (probably because everyone knows he did it by fraud, and everyone knows the pubbies are too weak to defend themselves against such depredation).
Jack needs to say where he thinks votes were not counted or are fake