I wasn't in Hall H of the San Diego Convention Center during the "Comic Con Stabbing." In fact, I never made it inside Hall H at all during my time there.
I was, however, lucky enough to be in the Indigo Ballroom when Wil Wheaton smacked down a certain trollish fanboy in the audience:
Having endured my own share of "Wesley Crusher" jokes over the years because of my name, thanks for the shared, vicarious revenge, Wil. And for one of the moments I'll remember most from my first Comic Con. I was sitting there cheering for you like everyone else in that room.