Here it is. Me and Katie Couric.
Oh, and three other guys who wisely prevent me from talking most of the time.
I sit nervously, apparently on the verge of a seizure, until around the 3:10 mark (though just prior to that you can hear me holler “Bro code!” amid the rabble).
That’s among the many reasons she’s a permanent member of my list, people.
Next week, I’ll give you the whole backstage story on how I almost didn’t get to the show.