Gil Thorp by Henry Barajas and Rachel Merrill for September 01, 2012

Too bad Mrs. Visci didn’t know her new neighbors were from Ireland. She could have brought over a box of Lucky Charms instead.

Let me guess… He was a lightning-quick fly half on a rugby team and doesn’t want to play sissy American football because they wear all that protective equipment. (That’s the usual story from European rugby players.)

Lots of states have played at least two high school football games already, and Gil has even asked his assistants about the players yet. I always felt he was the lone HS coach in the nation that knew nothing about his team Sept. 1.

“Cookies are now called Biscuits in this house, young man”

Anyone up for hurling?

I know it’s early, but I’m getting a little fidgety for a plot line in all of this.

At ease sailors, err Gil fans. Things start developing next week. P3- All this talk about bisquits reminds me of Coach Glory and her softball pants. Check out Anita Bisquit.

Camel toe

I think Corky is a soccer player who will take over the place kicking from the kid and win the final game of the season with a record 47 yard FG.

They’re Irish, but they’re rooting for Navy in Dublin.

Maeve as she chomps on a bisquit. " Me husband Tum is the U.S. Distribution Executive for Hennessey." Marty Moon can get his dream job, beverage tasting specialist.

Definitely a rugby player Can’t make it two years in a row about a placekicker

I know, I know. I thought of your affection for Glory in uniform when I made today’s observation.

No it’s Hurling he plays. The heavily broughed commentator on the Irish-Navy broadcast this AM described Hurling as a cross between lacrosse and second degree murder. So this kid will be great on the football field except for the 15 yard penalties on every other play.

If Gil needs a QB:

http://www.nytimes.com/2012/09/02/magazine/the-amputee-qb.html?_r=1&hp