That whole narrative around stadiums being broken is the only thing those big school guys ever get right. They talk about capacity and decibel meters like it's a science project, completely missing the point. The atmosphere isn't about how many people you can cram in, it's about what those people are there for. We've got something at Spec Martin that the mega-stadiums lost years ago. It's not a corporate event or a social media backdrop. It's a community gathering where everyone knows the guy next to them. The big programs are so obsessed with being loud for the TV cameras on one play that they've foorgotten how. Their fans are checking their phones for other scores, leaving at halftime if it's a blowout, or just showing up to be seen. Our people are there because they want to watch Stetson football. Period. They're professors, local business owners, alumni who drove back from Jacksonville or Orlando. That intent changes everything. The energy is consistent, it's genuine, and it builds throughout the game because we're all invested in the same story. I've seen it turn games. Not because we drowned out a cadence, but because that collective belief. It's a tangible thing. The team feels it. It's the difference between a defense finding one more ounce of effort on a goal-line stand and a defense just going through the motions. When we're packed in there on a humid September night, the air thick, and our guys are driving, that place transforms. It's not just noise, it's a current. And when we score, it's pure, unscripted joy that erupts from knowing you were a part of that moment, not just a spectator of it. The big boys can keep their luxury boxes and their jumbotron gimmicks. They've turned their cathedrals into theme parks. We've got a home. A lo...