Leading into Friday night, we fans threw paper (show tickets, boarding passes, cash, rental car contracts, etc.). Mother nature played the scissors of unpredictable events outside of human control. To bring balance to the cosmic order, Phish had only one move: Play rock.

The band delivered with the best set of the summer, perhaps the best single set of Phish music since Jam-filled July 25, 2017.

The single set came in at just under two hours, included only two commas bracketing Reba, and offered one classic tune after another--a gauntlet-throwdown-raging Carini, the once-a-decade Dick's YEM, a deep Ghost, a lively Julius, a tight Reba, a 10-minute Tube, a monstrous Tweezer, a brilliant What's the Use?, an energetic Weekapaug, the singular 3.0 nod of NMINML, a totally unexpected yet perfectly placed Moonage Daydream, and a Chalkdust Torture closer that Character Zero wishes it could be.

If we dumped all Phish fans into a cauldron, melted them down, and re-formed them into a single consciousness, then asked that entity to assemble a perfect set, 09-02-2022 is what would emerge.

For anyone who ever wondered whether missing a third of a show would be worth seeing a single epic set, Phish answered definitively. We'll be talking about this one for a long time.

Thank you, Jon, Page, Mike, Trey, and the whole crew.