(UPDATE! You can watch the whole thing RIGHT HERE.)
Pollo, I am proud to say, is becoming a close friend of mine, and agreed to co-host with me, having no idea what the hell we'd be doing. She was great! And of course, I'm even prouder to say that my number one ho and most trusted companion was amazing, professional and relaxed.
Pollo and I intro'd the debate, did our little schticky analysis during the two breaks and wrapped it up. Melissa ran the show from inside the debate room, and Pollo and I were stuck in the foyer, behind a desk like sportscasters watching a football game from the studio. The only problem was, the debate room was packed and so all kinds of weirdos started loitering in the lobby. Worse, they thought we were the reception table. And usually they thought this during our brief segments on air.
As Pollo eventually screamed, "Sir, fives and tens of people are watching this!"
I'll post the whole shebang (it's an hour, but oh so educational) when it's ready to go up, but since I know you don't care and I know you love a good geriatric spill, here's 46 seconds of some dude asking where the bathrooms are, me screaming at him to move, him falling over off camera, Pollo have no reaction whatsoever, me freaking out and Pollo's quip of the century:
(Oh no! It's all widescreen and shit. WTF. Watch it in full glory HERE.)