It seems to me that there isn't much mystery behind Tim Palwenty's remarkable poltroonery last night. He has quietly conceded the race, and is already looking forward to Mitt Romney's call about the Number Two slot. Meanwhile he'll be a good, obedient little puppy dog on the campaign trail.
Damn, that was fast.
But maybe I'm wrong and Pawlenty will soon stop licking them and grow some new and bigger ones instead.