I spent the evening in the scrum of the floor. Strangely it’s not the best vantage point from which to come up with a coherent analysis of the evening. Did Bill Clinton stick a shiv in Barack Obama or anoint him the next black president? Did Joe Biden’s tale of growing up a stuttering outsider in Scranton, Pennsylvania come off as hokum or populist humility?  You’re so close to the action that it’s difficult to determine. And the true believers in the Pepsi Center treat every uttered word as if it came directly from God. So I offer up instead a gallery of photos from the evening.