The Best Is Yet to Come, Claims the Clueless Victor
Sorry, Barry. "The best" was soundly defeated last night, and there's no doubt in my mind that you'll be spending the next four years in the make-work project of re-arranging the deck chairs on the Titanic (which has already struck the iceberg, and is going down, down, down).
Well, at least it'll allow you plenty of time to devote to your first priority/love: perfecting your golf swing.
The best is yet to come? In the song, maybe, but not in real life.