State Champion Gil will go next-level and have his players wearing snowshoes when they take the field. The man is a legend. His last sentence in P3 was answering her question “How have you been able to do this for over 60 years?”
We would be left with 3 panels of Gil looking at the trophy case of State Champions, wondering where his kids are.
Great idea Mr. Mayor. I just tried it with a little oatmeal and a lot of Jameson. I’m not using a baby bottle (stolen from your infant sister) either.
These guys are ahead of the curve, and so is the shiftless Mayor. They are leaving town before the Peacock Virus hits, having stolen the GIL mug money hidden behind the State Champion trophies and the town’s one stoplight.
I’ve turned my GIL mug over.
P1 girl is a big Robin Hood fan, and is introducing the Milford female version of the Friar Tuck coif. She even has a name for it.
P1: Bum Phillips never wore his cowboy hat indoors, kid. I hope Chris remembers the Bum quote: “She was too ugly to kiss goodnight.”
What’s with this high-brow plot about grade-point-average? Did The ‘Ole Ball Coach take the season off? Didn’t the Chicago Lawyer make it clear that if Teddy feels “academically threatened” from his trauma with Chris that TEDDY should be declared valedictorian! See you in court.
He’s trying to pass on that cankerous thing he just dug out of his neck. The doctor said he probably got it in the showers. Ultimate phony sincere move to punk Mo Hawk. He starts singing a Dionne Warwick medley as he leaves.