 Hey, Tracy, Trump's been shot. I've got to get on the air. Oh, I'm cooking dinner for my family. Hey, Eric, I've got to get on the air. Trump's been shot. I'm with my kids. Hey, Christian, I've got to get on the air. Trump's been shot. I'm an hour away. So I was there. Of course, poor Robert was here in Milwaukee, so he was nowhere to be found.