I’m Scott Brown too.

OK. I’m not really Scott Brown. Though I am married to a journalist, drive a populist sort of car, and am a mealy-mouthed moderate at heart. Oh, yes, and I too have great hair.

It’s just that everyone all of a sudden says they are Scott Brown. Well, at least every Republican or independent running for office.

Even in California.

Carly Fiorina has been comparing herself to Scott Brown and suggesting that Barbara Boxer is about as invincible as Martha Coakley. Tom Campbell has been name-checking Scott Brown, perhaps because he thinks that candidates without any money can eventually come up with big dollars, just like Scott Brown.

Of course, those are nothing compared to Scott Brown’s separated-at-birth twin Steve Poizner, whose campaign compared the gubernatorial candidate to Brown because Poizner is way behind in the polls – just like Scott Brown.

Meg Whitman has stayed away from the Scott Brown comparisons. God bless her.

The problem with such comparisons is that Fiorina, Campbell, Poizner and I are unlike Scott Brown in a crucial way:

None of us are running against Martha Coakley.

There’s only one Scott Brown that lucky.