Punch Drunk Stump

I promise this is the last photo with the candidates in New Hampshire. Here is how a drunken man recalls the commotion moments before Barack Obama's fist sailed toward my face (need to click to enlarge):
(Don't worry, as you can sort of see, I swatted away one arm with a flick of my left wrist, then I grabbed his fist with my right hand just seconds before it hit, twisted it, and brought him to his knees crying.)