 It's Southern University versus Alabama State University. There's 5.8 seconds left. They're all tied up at 64 a piece. It's about to get wild. It's about to get fun. Prepare yourselves. They inbound the ball to that, dude. He passes it back to this, dude. He's running up. He's at mid-court. He makes his move. He finds his spot. He puts up the three, blocked, clean, all-ball, embarrassing. Didn't even get it off. Uh-oh, but what happens? His own teammate gets it. This dude is celebrating. That blocked it. He's celebrating already. Everyone else just waiting, suspensively. It goes off the back of the rim, the front of the rim, the side of the rim. At this point, we have a guy in street clothes in the middle of the playing court. He's on the floor. And it drops. And now this guy down here, the guy that had the block, he says, no, no, waves it off. Waves it off. No, not good. Not good because I had a really good block. And this negates the really good block. Everyone else goes absolutely crazy. Towels being thrown everywhere. Dog pile. The coaches run to center court. Stand on the bumblebee and say, hell yes. Hell yes to each other. But you guys missed out on the most important aspect. And it's the super fan in the top right of the screen right here and his buddy, the security guard. Everyone's in a state of heightened suspense, waiting to see what happened. It drops in. He goes crazy. The security guard puts his left hand out to say, hey, hey, you've got to stay off the court while fist pumping and celebrating with his right hand. Now that's how you do your job and love what you do at the same time. And then this dude just going absolutely crazy with the right hand and fist pumps here. Just going, let's fucking go, let's fucking go, let's fucking go.