FORT COLLINS — He's nowhere to be found.
A sea of green bobs, thrashing up and down in the heart of the room. The only noise is an undercurrent murmur generated by the mass of bodies chanting in celebration.
All eyes are intently focused in the middle of the mob. Even with all the madness, a force draws the attention of every person. Then, as if out of nothing, Mike Bobo emerges.
He shoots suddenly to the ceiling under the gyrating power of this green monster, right arm punching even higher in triumph, yelling the whole ascent.