Denver Comic Con 2018: Day Three Recap

Written by John Edward Betancourt

​Sunday at Denver Comic Con, or any convention for that matter, is often times a sobering and somber affair. After all, if you’ve attended all three days of the show, your knees and your feet hurt. You’ve gone to bed late and you’re tired and to add proverbial insult to injury, you now have to say farewell to all of your awesome friends and extended family and the convention itself, an event that you not only saved up for but treated like a giant nerdy Christmas by counting down the days and minutes until its arrival.    
 
Which is why you often see some sad faces in the crowd on that all important final day, because the clock is racing for the fun to come to an end. It’s also why you see the Sunday crowd push themselves a little harder to get their respective goals accomplished on this day, since they are in fact fighting father time in order to see those final panels or grab that perfect collectible and say farewell to the all the fun in proper fashion and truth be told, I too have suffered from that sense of sadness when it comes to the final day of DCC.
 
There’s just something incredibly spectacular and uplifting when it comes to walking the halls of the Colorado Convention Center, and seeing the sights of this amazing con one last time before heading home and the sense of wonder and belonging that comes with attending DCC is something we all work to hang on to and that’s why I’ve tried for so many years to capture every last sight and sound in my memories before leaving the con, but once again, this year was different was for me, thanks in large part to the epiphany I had on Saturday. 
 
Because really, the book end to my excitement on Friday and my self-discovery on Saturday is that in many ways, I never quite leave this con. The wonderful souvenirs that I pick up at DCC are awesome reminders of my experiences that allow for me to reminisce whenever I walk by them or see them on a shelf and my awesome friends/extended family, well we speak of our fondest Denver Comic Con memories often and it’s just magnificent to know that I can in essence, visit the con on a moment’s notice simply by reflecting upon it.
 
Which is why this year, there was no sadness in my heart or my mind as I walked around the convention, taking in the sights and the sounds one more time. There was only joy to be found. Because I’ve been fortunate and blessed enough to cover and attend this con every single year, and there’s no need to be sad about stepping outside those doors when in essence, Denver Comic Con is always with me. So, this year, I left DCC with my head held high and a smile in my face, content in the knowledge that I will be back next year to indulge in the wonder of this con and all the joy it has brought into my life. Until next year. 

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