 And I was like, you stop it right now. So I want you to know this. I bombed. It was a really rough gig, but Carlos Delgado had such a big infectious laugh that he turned it into a credible show where I wound up crushing but deserved none of it. So he saved you. I was hitting at Coors Field. I had high altitude because of Delgado. It wound up being one of the best nights of my life, but it should have been the worst. So I owe Delgado something. Is the correct thing to buy him a copy of A Love Letter to the New York Mets? I know.