As I weave my way around throngs of excited fans on the way to my seat at SoFi Stadium, all I can think about is my friend who recently asked what I was doing for Passover, and how I didn’t have the heart to tell her how I’d be spending its first night. Even being here strictly on assignment, there’s a patina of guilt around even mentioning Kanye that’s become impossible to scrub off. I’m not just talking about the obvious ethical qualifiers surrounding the whole thing, but the sheer irrelevance of it all. The release of Bully has been a total non-event—even the diehard Donda defenders I know have completely checked out despite Ye’s gestures toward rehabilitating his reputation. Outside the core Yeezy army who’s swarmed its release, he’s never felt farther from the center of attention than he does in this moment. But you wouldn’t know it from the fans in the building—70,000 of them in total, and that’s just the first of two sold-out nights here in L.A.…