When I was a little boy in Toronto, dinger came to my town and he was rostering the most incredible pitcher. I said to him, "what do you call this most incredible pitcher?", and he said "they call him Kazmir". I repeated the words "Kazmir, Kazmir". I asked if I could have him, and he said "No. Get away from me." Then he started to walk away. But I grabbed onto his leg screaming for him to give me Kazmir and he dragged me through the street. And then he kicked at me with the other foot and threw Buehrle at me. Oh, but I didn't want Buehrle... I wanted the Kazmir.