Vannister. Normally I would not bother you on a Saturday, I know what's it like to be in charge. The interns get the weekend off and you have to show up and carry the load! The brutal life of an entrepreneur! But I received terrible news this morning. Another Twins loss? Robbie Grossman getting 3 f*^+ing hits? Trevor May reduced to pitching in the 6th inning, and I don't mean during a start? Audra not being at the game last night? Nope, none of the above. Far worse. Mr. Ed's owner, Willlbuuuurrr died! Tragic! He was only 96, which in horse years is, well actually I have no damn idea, but it seems young for a horse. But it wasn't just Willllbuuuuurrrrr that affected me, Mr Ed made me think of Hannahs horse, which made me think of Hannah, which made me think of . . ., well I think you get the picture. What do I do? I have been sitting in the SW corner of moms basement since right after Mays first pitch last night. Between the Twins games, the terrible news about Tink Larson field, the loss of Willllbuuuurrrr, and the abrupt disappearance of Hannah, I see no reason to go on. Can you offer any solace, comfort, hope?