 I mean, Uncle Leroy done put 30 hotel rooms on his MasterCard, right? Now he's trying to collect everybody's fees. You know what I mean? Aunt Sheila's made cake. She's got eight cakes at the hotel that all say congratulations on being drafted. And now you don't get drafted. It's a problem. So you got to be pretty confident. What I appreciate, though, is, you know, there's something validating about walking down from the stands. It's almost like you didn't believe in me enough.