 They'd won the Stanley Cup, and I guess I was hopping on the bandwagon, so to speak. But it was the ideal situation at the perfect time. Anyway, I get to Montreal. I'm checking in, and Bill Torrey walks up behind me. He said, Kenneth. And he always called me Kenneth. Kenneth, I understand you had a good meeting. We'll talk later. We didn't talk until Saturday morning. I forget how many rounds of the draft we were in. And Bill...