 Ricky Fowler concedes a three-foot putt. 99% chance that professional's gonna make that putt, but the announcer literally says, this won't be conceded, no way. And that will not be conceded, no chance. It gets conceded, he's like, you're good. And what's to do is name Fleetwood or Fleetwood. He like is walking up to the putt, cause if he makes it, he makes birdie and grabs the hole and they win, basically. US stinks. Ricky says, you're good. And he's like, thank you. And the coyly walks, as soon as he grabs the ball and like Ricky doesn't, there's no take backsies. He did not pre-celebrate cause he thought Ricky might do the math in his head and like, wait, never mind. Put it back, put it back. Never mind. So as soon as he touches the ball, celebrates.