In a weekend of terrible, sloppy football, one player reigned supreme. He was elusive. No one could tackle him. His stamina was impeccable. His short-burst acceleration was unmatched. He was the best boy.

His name is Quinn, and he is a corgi.

The Panthers/Broncos game had a corgi race at halftime. Corgi races are not uncommon as halftime entertainment. There is something unspeakably joyful about watching a corgi run. Something about those little stubby legs on that big barrel body makes for an animal that looks like it shouldn’t physically work. The natural, stupid grin that corgis have makes it even better. It makes them the perfect combination of cute and silly. You can’t do a halftime race of Aussie Shepherds or Labs. They run like normal dogs. You can’t do it with Chihuahuas or Dachshunds, who are too small to put on a good show for a stadium crowd. Enter…The Corgi. The delightful little shits of the canine world.

Quinn decided he was not going to get another chance like this, so he acted the part of a streaker and ran away from his trainers. The result was a viral moment of Quinn making Barry Sanders blush. Our boy managed to dodge at least 7 tackle attempts before someone managed to take him down. He probably covered 100 yards of ground, and half of that was spent jogging and laughing at the pitiful humans flopping in pursuit.

Sometimes we should just sit back and enjoy these small moments of joy. All hail Quinn the Corgi.