 Yesterday was gross. Throw that out the window. It's a forgotten memory. Here we are tonight. It's cloudy. It's breezy. It's in the 70s. The humidity is down. And it's going to be a great night for a rodeo. Everybody's out here dressed in pink. I can't wait. And here we go. It is showtime here. It's going to get so loud you're not going to be able to hear me in just a second. Please, God. Oh, there you go.