 competition for eyeballs, right? Name me another sport where you could be, first two months of the season, a total, complete DOA. And now it's like, hey, we got a chance. All you want is some hope, man. This season's so long, it's just like, give me a reason. That's the beauty of baseball, but it's also the curse in terms of like, okay, so why should I live and die in May and April?