Years from now, I imagine, Kim Davis will dig through her dresser and find a powder-blue, stretchy long-sleeved shirt staring back at her. And she’ll remember wearing it as she walked out of the jailhouse to Eye of the Tiger, thrusting her arms in the air in a fog of ecclesiastical bliss, as dozens of people clapped their hands...for her. They were all clapping for her. Was that the best day of my life? she’ll wonder and the question will leave her cold, because maybe it was.