There's a crescendo that tears through Oracle Arena when Stephen Curry swings his right arm up through his shooting holster, readying to unleash the most beautiful, and accurate, shot in the history of basketball.
When it rips through the chords, the masses erupt in a sort of delirium reserved for thirsty ancient Roman crowds. If by some ungodly chance, it falls by the wayside, the ensuing groans resemble those of a missed game-winning jumper at the buzzer of the NBA Finals.
That's every single Stephen Curry 3-point attempt, causing a suspended rush of adrenaline buoyed by the result.