So ends the magical peacock season. Gil Thorp doles out a post mortem dollop of coaching, another life lesson: Believe in yourself, not in spirit animals. Certainly a few of these dolts cannot wrap their mind around Dr. Gil’s creepy self-esteem dogma, and they are plotting now how to get their hands on a pig of their own, maybe a peccary if necessary.
How are these simpletons supposed to carry any of this “wisdom” over? You never know where these mercurial nutjobs’ heads will be at from one day to the next and Gil’s not exactly instilling any consistency with his month’s long disappearing acts.