 His days of competing are going to be over. He's not going to play the majors anymore. He's not going to play the Genesis. He's not going to play his own tournaments. He's going to be done. One more year of it, and that's going to be it. He's going to understand all I'm doing is showing up and missing the cut, and I'm not going to continue to damage my memory. He wants to exhaust every avenue. He doesn't want to walk away too early by saying, so I'm going to go and I'm going to exhaust. But I know when I'm done, when I'm walking away...