Ladies and gentlemen, hang it in the Louvre.

It almost feels like a “Where’s Waldo” of football emotions, and it makes me so happy to see it.

In the picture:

• Two Kentucky fans, consoling each other
• A child wearing a shirt, proudly, with the F word
• Twin sisters, wearing Kentucky shirts of the most opposing way
• A pretty young woman, who hasn’t been found by the broadcast cameras, presumably
• A guy in a weathered shirt, no buttons affixed, and a wrinkled ball cap, I can only assume is drunk or on drugs
• A security guard, unamused by it all
• A grown man, about to say something regrettable in front of the child with words worse than what he’ll say on her shirt
• Towels bring waves in front of an opposing fans face
• Someone’s grandma
• Someone’s great grandma
• A guy wearing store bought swag, as a chain
• Obese people getting their heart rate to indescribable levels
• Kentucky fans wondering when basketball season starts

It almost feels like hearing the hidden verse in a David Alan Coe song or something.

Maybe, just maybe, college football ain’t dead, we’re just jaded.

Long live college football.