I don’t know about anyone else, but I find Gil’s particular brand of smug dickishness to be particularly chafing today. After clearly throwing away his chances at playoff-downs by shipping his star player 400 miles away the day before the game, he proceeded to ignore tensions amongst his players after the game…preferring instead to run home to go make a pitcher of lemonade.
It used to be that a) Gil cared whether his team won or lost, b) Marty Moon would ride Gil’s ass for questionable decisions and c) the citizens of Milford expected their teams to not suck. But now that the highest level of apathy has set into the entire town, Gil can consider himself “born lucky”, sport a shit-eating grin for his epic failure as a coach, and go down to the links for six weeks.
Fabulous. Just what I wanted, a damned golf story. Unless there’s some Tiger Woods-themed shenanigans, or Marty Moon gets hustled out of his life savings again, I’m afraid this is gonna bore our collective golf balls off. To quote Lanny Penn, who appears to have taken up permanent residence in this blog’s sidebar…
(And for those trying to find irony in my discussion of apathy, while at the same time not caring enough to update the “Random Amusing Panel o’ the Moment”…that’s not a fair comparison, because I never stopped caring. In fact, I never cared one bit in the first place.)