A tomato can is a really, really bad boxer who is matched up against someone faster and stronger than he is. With a considerably brighter future. The tomato can gets knocked around the ring for three or four rounds until his head finally springs a leak, or both of his eyes swell shut and the ref ends the fight. The victor looks like a great boxer, and the tomato can sits in the locker room for half an hour trying to remember where he left his car keys.
Editorialists do the same thing.
But even better than that, you will probably be able to churn out one of those great, The New York Times-kind of editorials, hands clenched firmly around the obvious. Affirmative action, race relations, the decline of real wages and the disappearance of the middle class are way too hard. Stay with the Cuban welterweight. Which is why I didn't want to talk about campaign finance reform. It's too easy to be covertly mediocre.