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…or is it Manny Duke? Dull was never a descriptive word for a Wildboyz day on the road. Well, that’s not entirely true. I remember hearing about some truly grueling plane trips, the likes of which are only made somewhat more bearable by the presence of Mr. Ambien, Monsieur Merlot, or, if Loomis Fall was aboard for the long haul, Captain Morgan. Of course any combination of the above was liable to suck the dull right back out of the trip and make it either ridiculously funny or absolutely horrifying, depending upon where you were seated in the aeroplane. If that happened to be anywhere near the vicinity of Chris Pontius then it was generally the latter, but he was also prone to getting completely lost in such a cocktailed state that most everyone on the plane was fair game for a mid-flight atrocity. For instance, there was this one time he had to go to the bathroom. So he got up, stumbled down the aisle, realized there was a rather long wait for the loo, and proceeded to piddle right there where he was standing—much to the delight of nearby passengers and exasperated flight attendants. So, for most of the air-traveling world, maybe it’s a good thing that the Wildboyz became extinct in late 2005?

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