There I was at the Foo Fighters show in San Diego last night. All night long, two people in front of me had been taking pictures of Dave with their iPhones. So I decided to take my iPhone out to snap some photos... just as All My Life began. I'd had it out for about 10 seconds before some ass jumps up to crowd surf... the first and only of the night. My finger was on the shutter release as this guy's foot comes spinning over my head. The resulting shot. Yes, that's my iPhone spinning through the air. It felt like the iPhone had been sent flying forward, which was good since that was the edge of the stage and a secure area... I thrust my way past the row of people in front of me and quickly scanned the floor between the gate and the stage... Nothing. I looked down at my feet... Nothing. Panic set in. Despite the hundreds of people bouncing up and down, I hit the floor on all fours... Nothing. I frantically searched the floor. After what seemed like an eternity, I spot a glow about three people away and to my left. It was the faint glow of my iPhone. At the risk of my fingers, which meant nothing at this point unless I had my iPhone to use them on, I pushed my way across to my phone. It was in my hand, the worst part was over. After returning to my feet, I finally looked at my iPhone. I don't know if it was stepped on, bounced on, kicked or what... But there was nothing wrong. Only the most minor of scratches on the back that I can't even guarantee weren't already there. My iPhone had survived over a minute on the floor of the Foo Fighters concert. I was more distraught than when my two-month old Honda Accord was rear-ended. Of course, my car had insurance - unlike my iPhone. As I told my girlfriend, she was shocked that I even attempted to use it. The really strange part, I still wanted some photos... This time, with a death grip.