The war of words between Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama has suffered another casualty - me. After faithfully following the verbal fight for the right to represent the Democratic Party in the 2008 presidential election since its inception, I’m maxed out on the jawboning and jabbing; 24/7 of the he-said, she-said, surrogates-said verbal volley finally wore me down, and I‘m taking a break.

For almost two years, I just couldn’t get enough of the candidates’ views and news. I listened to the speeches, watched the wannabes shake hands, kiss babies and promise to make my life better. I was promised change and offered hope for the future. But after the deluge of sound bites and video clips, and the endless hours of pundits slicing and dicing every word and every bit of body language that the candidates exude, I just can’t shake the been-there, done-that, feeling of déjà vu that brings me down.

So, with the writers’ strike over, NBA playoffs about to begin, MLB in full swing and all of my favorite reality shows on each evening, it’s bye-bye to spending prime time with CNN, MSNBC and FOX. I can do without the nitpicking and rehashing for a while. Anything that’s really newsworthy will wait until the 11 o’clock local report. And anything that’s LOL-hysterical will be even funnier when Jay Leno and Jon Stewart wave their magic comedy wand over clips of the candidates’ home runs and strike outs. It’s time to play ball - for real.