As soon as the fireworks go off, Joe Previte knows his job. He grabs the UA flag and sprints as quickly as possible toward the opposing end zone, hanging on for dear life to not be knocked down by the wind.
He hands the flag immediately off to a handler, then casually strolls along the sidelines of Arizona Stadium, waving and pumping up the fans. He might throw in a casual dab here or there and lick his tail. He makes his way over to Sarah Holmes, who is smiling in the distance.
Except nobody sees it that way.