 I grabbed James Buster Douglas' manager. Speaking of Buster Douglas, I grabbed his manager. I can't remember what his name is right now. And he was a white guy. I grabbed him by the shirt. We were at a table in Kansas City. I was at a weigh-in for the Tommy Morris and Razor Ruddock fight. And he left a message on somebody's answering machine that he was going to knock me out when he saw me. Well, guess what? I walked into the restaurant, and he was in a table, you know, a booth, right? So he couldn't do anything. I reached across the table and grabbed him. Anyway, he didn't say too much after that. But I remember Floyd stopping me in the elevator the next day and saying to me,