Who the hell is Brynna Blake? Or really more appropriately, WHAT the hell is Brynna Blake? Because she’s certainly not human. I think she may be from the same obscure basketball-playing planet that Sam Cassell came from (more research on that weirdo can be viewed here).
You might presume that she is just a bitch. But perhaps it’s something else: being not of this world, Brynna doesn’t understand our complex human customs. So instead of giving back-handed compliments, she’s been giving the team back-headed compiments. And bad ones, at that.
One thing is for sure, and that’s the fact that point guards on all levels are instructed to always “work the locker room.” For example, the first thing Allan Iverson did upon arriving in the Denver Nuggets locker room was to tell Eduardo Najera how nice he looked in his new Haggar slacks he had received for Christmas.
Nah, those aren’t “Helen” and “Paris.”
She’s just insulting her imaginary friends.
Comment by Black Card — December 28, 2006 @ 4:35 pm
“Brynna Blake” sure sounds like a stage name for a pornstar, but not with THAT face. God, what’s with the closeups, and why her? I don’t know what’s more insulting: the content of her “compliments” or the fact that she’s looking away from her “friends” while talking to them. (Nice UnderArmor, though.) She’s setting herself up to play the Linda Blair role in a locker-room reenactment of “Chained Heat.”
So now we have two bitchy women, ready to get their comeuppance in the winter season. Unanswered question: why the hell does Tyler hang with Brynna, anyway? Between the pushy attitude and that nightmare-inducing forehead (”our romantic evening in Makeout Lane was interrupted by the blinding glare of the full moon off her unnaturally huge forehead”), he should be running for the hills.
Comment by johnw — December 29, 2006 @ 5:03 am
That’s a sweater on Paris? At first glance I though she was wearing some sort of backless number and that she had gotten run over by an RC car. She does have Ernest Borgnine dimensions, either way.
Comment by Ned Ryerson — December 29, 2006 @ 5:14 am
12/29: Hey, that’s not R.J. Brennan — it’s World Series MVP David Eckstein! The bells are toiling for Tyler Jay; his superior height, speed and talent don’t stand a chance against the guts, grit and determination of the mighty mite. Soon, Tyler will be riding the pine, and his athletic-snob girlfriend will be long gone.
Comment by johnw — December 29, 2006 @ 7:21 am
In addition to Helen and Paris, the other two starting players on the team are Penelope Jones and Briseis Collins.
Comment by Scott de B. — December 29, 2006 @ 8:04 am
Ever seen “This Island Earth”? Yes – Bryanna is from another planet. Sadly, the planet is going to ##%#% and they have had to relocate to earth. Milford looked like a great community, small foreheads and what not. Bryanna would rule! By the way in the third pannel, she shows us she is light years ahead of us in liquid drinking technology.
Comment by tom — December 29, 2006 @ 8:47 am
And doubtless she retrieved this Metalunian beverage from Storage Unit Twelve of Twenty Eight, to which she helpfully gestures lest the significance of this light-years ahead numbering technology be lost on us mere earth people.
Comment by Black Card — December 29, 2006 @ 1:03 pm