 So on the first day of Comic Con, I go to Hall 8, the biggest venue at Comic Con. I showed up at 4.30 in the morning, and at that point, everybody just looks like a homeless person. People in sleeping bags, people gathered around garbage fires watching television. But finally, they let us in, and we get to see the upcoming blockbusters. And just when I'm feeling like the day has peaked, all the lights go off, and suddenly you hear a man's voice shout, I am Hercules, and everyone starts screaming because The Rock is like running down the halls, and I have lost all journalistic credibility at this point. I've hurled my laptop onto the person next to me. I'm waving at him like he's gonna see me and just walk over. But the greatest thing is somebody shouts out, Hey Rock, where's your fanny pack? And in case you haven't followed this, he posted this Throwback Thursday photo of himself looking ridiculous, and so he starts cracking up, and then he has to explain why he was wearing a fanny pack. And The Rock talking about his fashion choices from the 90s on stage is basically all my dreams coming true at the same time, and so I blacked out.