By the way, just that if I can, now that I've Googled the details of Giannis getting a ride to the game in December, this is his rookie season. Antonin and Kupa. I know I said that wrong, but I just tried to go fast. Took a taxi from his suburban Milwaukee home to a nearby Western Union. It was game day and he wanted to wire some money to his family in Athens before heading to the arena. Oh, my gosh, Andrew. These people with these pop up ads. Thanks, SI.com. Some kind of Benbridge pop-up ad completely obscured what I was trying to read. He went to the ATM, withdrew some cash, and sent it. When he went back to take out more for cab fare, he discovered he had reached his limit. Oh, my gosh. He decided to run the two or so miles to the Bradley Center. A young married couple pulled up alongside him. Okay, so I guess they weren't that old. I thought, for some reason, these were old people. Are you the Bucks rookie, they asked. Yes, Giannis said. Do you need a ride? Yes, please, he replied. He hopped into the backseat of the SUV and was dropped off at the arena's front door. Anyway, the thing I saw with him and this little kid is it's this little kid. He's got a sign. It's at the game. And so Giannis, like, of course, brings the kid down on the floor, takes a picture of him, gives the kid, like, his shoes. Then realize the kid has a little sibling, like, I think a little sister or brother who's all excited. And so then Giannis, like, strips, takes his jersey off so he can give it to the other kid. I mean, he's, like, fully nude by the end of this.