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My city hosted the final four this year. I was playing a gig downtown on Saturday night of the big weekend just blocks from the arena. The gig started at 11pm, but parking and traffic was such a mess that it was strongly recommended that I go down there at 3:30 in the afternoon(!!!) simply to unload my gear! You can’t tell so much in this photo, but it was indeed pretty crazy. There were people everywhere (peek into the right and left corners of the photo), and traffic was kind of nuts. It was kind of cool, kind of “ugh.” I did get my stuff unloaded, though the whole thing was a little dicey. I basically called the bar from my cell and said, “I’m at the light right now in front of your bar. All the parking is blocked off, and I need to get my crap loaded in. Help!” They had someone open a side door for me, and I put my hazards on, literally ran into the bar (as well as you can run through drunken knots of people with fifty pounds of equipment), worried the entire time that they were already ticketing and towing my vehicle (it was said that the city was mercilessly towing everyone), threw my stuff on stage, and then ran back out to the car, jumped in, and sped off. It felt like a bank heist! I escaped with my own vehicle! Woohoo!