“Grill Thorp”… now that would be a good change of pace. Thorp as head chef at a small town restaurant that’s perennially second place in Yelp reviews, but he somehow gets voted Chef Of The Year.
Yeah, based on the final score the Milfs marched down the field and kicked a field goal to win it. I guess. Tomorrow we’re on to something else probably so what does it matter. Everything is meaningless, a chasing after the wind.
No kickoff, it was an interception, probably in the end zone, so it’s Milford’s ball at their own 10 after the half the distance penalty. (And a photo op probably wouldn’t even happen after an INT with 3:15 left and the game tied, but I guess Milford is a bunch of punks and former inmates now so it tracks.)
Thank goodness Austin took the time to put on his gloves between panels, or he wouldn’t have made that INT.