Y’all, it was a wild and crazy night Tuesday! We in the newsroom worked late, of course, covering the historic presidential election.

Some of you may know that, like every week in this year’s Pigskin Picks, I supported the losing team.

I just thought that, you know, the hospitable thing to do would be to let John McCain be president this time and then Obama could have a turn.

McCain’s 72, for criminy’s sake. It was his last shot. Obama’s only 47. He still had plenty of time. Someone should have taught him to respect his elders.

Seniors first, I say.

But now that history has been made and we have an interesting and charismatic president-elect, I decided, like I always do, to jump on the bandwagon and be supportive.

The only sticking point is, this election brought with it something I never thought I’d see in my lifetime — a president named Barry.

The only Barrys I know of are Manilow, which I try to forget, and Williams, who is the guy who played Greg on “The Brady Bunch” all those years. Like Obama, Barry Williams was groovy. I could picture Barry Obama as part of the Brady family, only he’d be more like Cousin Oliver who didn’t really look like all the other Bradys but who was just there for the cuteness factor when all the other kids outgrew their cute, even though little Cindy Brady wore braids until she was, like, 32.

It made me wonder if we might soon find Alice in the White House kitchen, Tiger in a tiny replica White House doghouse and the Ditmeyers waving over the back fence.

It seems so homey (and I don’t mean that word in a racial-slang sense), I thought I’d check out the collectibles from the Obama campaign, like the buttons, T-shirts, bumper stickers and bobble-head dolls.

What with winter coming and cold nights ahead, I first priced a pair of ojamas.

Then I checked out some nightlights, visors, tote bags, clocks and polo shirts.

I was kind of interested in either one of those branding irons that would burn Barack’s face into my grilled cheese sandwiches or maybe an electric toothbrush, you know, like Barack the Dental Hygiene Routine, but I couldn’t find those items.

What surprised me most was the array of collectible campaign buttons on the market.

Now I can see why collectors have been salivating: Dead Heads for Obama, Mechanics for Obama, Nurses for Obama, Mamas for Obama, Fishermen for Obama, Trekkies for Obama…