Part 1: Me outside Banker's Life Fieldhouse, enthusiastic, yelling, voice about three octaves higher than it normally is. Too excited to figure out that the lens on my camera was filming at a 90 degrees.

Part 2: John Shurna's head sitting amongst empty cubes. In case you were, like, actually worried about my emotional well-being, hah, I'm fine. But yesterday and everything associated with it, gah.