 And my dad, you know, being from that thick New York accent, oh, my God, who the F is this guy? This guy? Oh, my God, Aaron Boone. I can't stand this dude. He's so horrible. He's trash. He's trash. Right? As he's talking, first pitch, see the ball go right over my head, me and my dad's head. I look at my dad. He freaks out. We're getting drenched in beer. I mean, the most beer ever. It was unbelievable. We literally felt.