The sun had just mercifully set when I noticed the young woman next to me peering through the bleachers to get a better view of the man with wild gray hair and a dark suit. Suddenly, her eyes were on fire.
"Bernie!" she screamed until she was almost hoarse. "Bernie!"
A few feet away, a scruffy-looking twentysomething raised both arms in the air. At the very mention of "the 1 percent," his face turned red and he shouted as if encouraging the pastor of a black Baptist church.
"Tell us, Bernie! Go on! Tell us!"
It's hard to understand the kind of unflinching devotion that Bernie Sanders inspires in his followers without seeing it for yourself. I got the chance on Monday, when thousands of people showed up to hear the curmudgeonly Democratic presidential candidate speak in Sacramento, California.
The crowd, made up, unsurprisingly, of mostly white millennials, sipped on $5 bottles of water while waiting hours in the sun for Sanders to take the stage. And once he did, they hung on his every word, blindly accepting his promises and proclamations about the election as the gospel truth.
"He's an idealist," one man summed up after the rally. "He has great ideas and people believe in his ideas. That's what counts."
But, actually, that's not what counts.