Cleats by Bill Hinds for July 12, 2003
Transcript:
Abby: Goodbye, Surfside City. Peri: Goodbye, beach. Girl: Can we play in this tournament every year, coach? Tippit: Let's take that year by year, why don't we? Edith: Yeah, a tsunami might flatten this giant roaster oven by next year. Hey, I'm not saying that would be a good thing. Or bad.