Bad news for Gil. In the latest Wikileaks dump, it appears there is an e-mail from Gil to old man Burns suggesting if he purchases a dozen Gil Thorp State Champion mugs and t-shirts, his daughter can play tight end. Marty would investigate the potential pay to play scheme, but he thinks Wikileaks is what happens after he drinks too much.
If nothing else, this certainly adds some depth and intrigue to the running shower gags routine.
I believe that is the limited edition “State Champion Gil Thorp” office desk chair. Hence, the extra flourishes and attention to detail.
Nobody talks to Pelwecki. Got it, no one.
I think P3 was a quick transition to the discussion of this week’s shower rotation.
P3 would have been much better if it just would have said, “Make it so.”
Marty better not stop for milk at the convenience store on the way home. That can be dangerous even when it’s not hurricane-type weather.
That press box might actually be the bridge of the ark. Gil was always one to be prepared, and Marty has sufficient liquid provisions stocked for at least forty days.
“Slug it out in the slop.” R & W might have to up their game a little bit if they want to follow in Bob Dylan’s foot steps by winning that Nobel prize for literature.
Playing in the rain was kind of fun. Getting mud out of various orifices afterwards – not so much.