After all, I am a proud owner of the Atlanta Braves as I own a share of the par value of five Class A common stock of Liberty Braves Group. I even have a framed non-redeemable stock replica hanging on my ceiling so that it is the first thing you see when you walk into my humble abode. "Don't be fooled, my home may be of average size but I own the Braves so I'm actually a millionaire" is the first thing I tell anyone who dare enter. "Ignore mother, I just allow her to stay here because she's old....but my bedroom is in the basement just because I'm a wonderful son who wants her to have the rest of the home. If you hear here yelling at me to get a job, it's just the dementia talking, she's stuck in a world of her own. So now where were we? Ah yes, after you me lady, that is a lovely skin coat you are wearing...be careful on your way down the steps, as I cannot guarantee your safety. Did I say skin coat? Of course not, don't be silly!"