About that Gibson/Molitor meeting. Your humble scribe had his trusty microphones well planted for this game and, without much further ado, will present a transcript of the conversation: Gibson: WTF? Molitors on the way to the mound? Crap. Did I shave? Underarm deodorant still deodorizing? No..this can't be... Molitor: Just what the blankety blank are you doing junior? (please note, Molitor has to look way up to look Gibson in the eye) Gibby, you either stop screwing around or I'm gonna kick you so hard, you'll wind up in AA ball. Got it? Oh, and another things, ever heard of a toothbrush? Yeesh, kid, floss and brush. Your breath would knock down a bull at 70 paces! Gibson: Uh, okay, sure, skipper. Do you recommend Gleam, Crest, Colgate or Pearl Drops? Molitor: Say what? That was an aside, youngster! Get your act together or get your bags packed, your choice!! Gibson: Mumbles..I think I'll go with Crest....