 But the next day, he and I raced in the 200 freestyle, which ultimately resulted in a tie. Meaning, you know, we got on the blocks, we dove off, we swam eight laps of freestyle, touched the wall at the end, and we had gone the exact same time down to the hundredth of a second. Which, one, it's kind of embarrassing for a six-foot-four man that he couldn't beat me, but two...