Drove to Doral last weekend to cover a golf tournament. Media parking was easy enough to find.
Take NW 36th Street west to NW 87th Avenue, turn right and drive past the blue street sign directing you to the office of United States Senator Marco Rubio and…
Walk not 200 yards past the simple entrance sign to Rubio’s office and you’re looking directly into the front gate of Trump National Doral? Oh, it’s true, all right.
The Donald’s got a sign at his entrance, too, of course. Several of them actually. They’re as big as a billboards and surrounded by lush landscaping. They’re Trumpian in every way. And, if Rubio’s staffers aren’t careful about how they drive to the work, they could pass them every day.
Only in Florida, the home of politics on steroids, could this be possible.
Only in 2016, when the presidential election campaign repeatedly crams candidates onto debate stages and never allows them to get away from each other for more than a few days, could conditions so claustrophobic exist.
Of course, Doral was always there, a sprawling resort and an annual PGA Tour stop located right across the street from the office complex where Rubio’s South Florida headquarters is found.
It wasn’t until 2012 that Trump bought the place, pouring millions of dollars into improvements and plastering his name everywhere.
Just think, if Rubio had been in his office last Sunday and not campaigning in Idaho, he might have heard Trump’s helicopter buzzing overhead as the Donald dropped in to watch the WGC-Cadillac Championship’s final round.
How the two Republican rivals have never bumped into each other down there is fairly amazing.
Not so shocking, however, that I could travel to Miami to cover a golf tournament and find myself in the middle of a presidential election turf war.
After all, the Florida primary is Tuesday. We’re all in the vortex now, no matter where we go, no matter what we do.