Allow me to explain, if you will.
The majority of my love for Wednesday is the sheer absurdity of being at the session, with empty chair backs throughout 90 percent of the arena and general admission seating for everyone who coughed up the pocket change to get in. Last year, the arena was so empty, the KSR gang was the only attraction on the big screen during timeouts. We were the Dance Cam. (No Kiss Cam, thankfully.)
Normally a two-game event, this year we will have only one game to watch — thanks a lot, Frank Haith — meaning we will have to work all of that Wednesday night fun into a smaller window.