Yeah, I try to make some conversation on the Wild page from time to time and while there is a small, solid group of posters over there, it's too much like I'm interrupting their lunch every time I do.
It takes something momentous to make me vomit. I think it stems from when I was around 10 years old and after everyone had left the table at Christmas dinner, I went around and drained what was left of everybody's wine glass. Needless to say I vomited pretty much all night but in the process I'm pretty sure I developed an iron stomach. Stop looking at me like that......
Not so fast, I think Mollie might be making his OF lineup decisions based on who wins the biggest bubble blowing contest each night. Stick him next to the sunflower seeds to be safe.