Ladies and gentlemen, Pat McAfee has officially declared The Hunt for the Saddest Cavs Fan open.

Midway through Sunday’s Game 4 massacre between the Indiana Pacers and Cleveland Cavaliers, McAfee—Indiana native, media chaos agent, and unofficial King of Hype—took to Twitter with a pixelated image that looked like it was taken from a ‘90s security cam at a gas station. It featured what can only be described as one of the most emotionally devastated Cavaliers fans in modern playoff history. McAfee captioned it with:

“Camera lenses are so damn good these days.. Can you find this bummed aht fella?”

Seconds later, he dropped a pristine HD image of the entire arena showing Pacers fans in full basketball euphoria. It was like watching a Pixar film suddenly cut to an episode of CSI: Indiana. And yes, it kicked off an online Where’s Waldo: Pain Edition.

But that photo was just the appetizer. The real meal? A full-course buffet of Cavs collapse, Pacers dominance, ejections, injuries, and one of the most lopsided playoff halves in NBA history.

The Pacers didn’t just win Game 4—they beat the Cavs like they owed them rent, gas money, and emotional damages. The final score? 129-109. But don’t let that 20-point gap fool you—Indiana had this game in a chokehold by halftime.

At the break, the Pacers led 80-39. That’s not a typo. Eighty to thirty-nine. The kind of halftime score you’d expect if the Cavs forgot what day the game was and only showed up with five minutes left in the second quarter.

It tied the largest halftime lead in NBA postseason history. For a bit of perspective, Indiana dropped 80 points in 24 minutes. That’s a franchise playoff record. Somewhere, Reggie Miller probably fell out of his chair.

Oh, and the second quarter? That was the moment Cleveland’s soul left the building. The Pacers went on a 17-0 run and outscored the Cavs 42-16 in the quarter. If you turned off your TV to go make a sandwich, you probably came back to find the Cavs down another 20.

It wasn’t all just sunshine and good vibes for Indiana—at least not for the first few minutes. With 4:32 left in the first quarter, Pacers wing Bennedict Mathurin got tossed after clocking De’Andre Hunter in the sternum with what looked like a closed-fist body shot. Flagrant 2. Instant ejection. He was gone quicker than the Cavs’ hopes for a comeback.

But instead of deflating, the Pacers turned into a Marvel villain origin story. It was as if Mathurin’s ejection unlocked a cheat code. Suddenly, Pascal Siakam, Obi Toppin, Myles Turner and T.J. McConnell were playing like they had GameShark codes activated.

Siakam barely missed, going 9-of-10 for 21 points, while Toppin decided to cosplay as Dominique Wilkins and dropped 20 points off the bench. The Pacers shot a sizzling 52.7% from the field and 42.9% from deep. The Cavs’ defense had more holes than a public WiFi connection.

Amidst McAfee’s manhunt, Donovan Mitchell… Just disappeared?

Oh, and speaking of Cleveland disasters—Donovan Mitchell played the first half, struggled, and then vanished like a magician. No appearance on the bench. No return to the court. Halfway through the third quarter, the Cavs dropped the bomb: Mitchell was doubtful to return with a left ankle injury.

Translation? “Yeah, he saw the score and decided he’s got better things to do.” Okay, not literally, but that’s how it felt. Mitchell shot 3-of-11 and was a -35 in 20 minutes. His injury status heading into Game 5 is now the biggest storyline in Cleveland—right next to “How in the world do we stop Tyrese Haliburton from destroying our franchise?”

Cleveland came into this game with actual momentum after a strong Game 3 win. They had hope, they had health. They had… no chance. The Pacers absolutely out-ran, out-shot, and out-everything’d them.

Cleveland’s ball movement looked like it was choreographed by a toddler. Their defense? Practically optional. They were down 30 before their second Mountain Dew timeout. Guys like Isaac Okoro (13 points on 5-of-6 shooting) tried to spark a rally, but by then it was like trying to put out a house fire with a Capri Sun.

Now the Cavs head back to Cleveland for Game 5 on Tuesday, facing elimination with Mitchell limping, the crowd probably nervous, and Pat McAfee still out here roasting them on the internet like a late-night comedian.

Let’s get back to where this fever dream started. Pat McAfee, between sips of whatever energy drink fuels his soul, spotted the Cavs’ emotional demise in real time and decided to make it everybody’s business.

The blurred-out fan looked like every Browns fan in Week 15—shoulders slumped, face frozen, rethinking every decision that led him to that seat. And yet, McAfee somehow turned this guy into the star of the show.

Twitter did the rest. Memes. Zoom-ins. People claiming they found him, whether true or not. One person wrote, “That man aged 20 years in one quarter.” Another asked, “Is this what the blip looked like in Avengers?”

So here we are: the Indiana Pacers are one win away from reaching the Eastern Conference Finals for the second straight year. The Cavs? They’ve got 48 minutes to find their pride, fix their defense, pray for Mitchell’s ankle, and avoid being on the wrong side of history again.

And if they don’t? Well, McAfee might have a new blurry photo to post.