…and the blogger stumbles home from the bars with Kaz and Gil a couple days later, just in time for opening day! (you know you have a problem when a drunk like Marty moon beats ya to the game…)
So I’m not sure what I think of the fact that Neil Rubin has tried to “cleverly” sneak in the names of the entire starting lineup over the past couple of days…though I imagine Frank McLaughlin can’t be a big fan. That just means more potential characters he might have to draw. I’m just glad he doesn’t try to do the same thing with the football team, as that would drag out over several weeks.
Google research o’ the day:
Elmer Vargas (Elmer?!?): Could be based on anybody…too many hits to figure this one out.
Mike Bouchard: Losing Michigan Senate candidate in 2006.
Chase High Trojans: From Forest City, North Carolina…A long way from Michigan or Connecticut or wherever the hell this damn team is supposed to be from…
Questions of the day:
Is Mark Jeske the only pitcher on the team? How come Neil didn’t want to find a way to work the name of the relief pitchers into the strip? Can we look forward to a single Ken Burger appearance this season where he yells something at someone then completely disappears again? Why does John do everything wisely? For once can’t he act wreckless and stupid in honor of Tyler Jay? And for God’s sake, why isn’t Stormy Hicks on the team??
“Coach Thorp…here’s the old guy who taught me how to play baseball, while you were busy doing absolutely nothing! Hey, weird kid! Get the hell out of the shot, you’re ruining our lazy shadow panel here.”
So how will this plotline play out?
Likeliest: Coach Thorp, as apathatic and lazy as always, lets the old man do all the coaching for free then takes credit for any success. The team has a clambake at the end of the season for some reason…
Less Likely: Gil, feeling his position as Alpha-Male coach being threatened, challenges Pop to a wrestling match. Gil cheats by having buffed-out Kaz in disguise wrestle in his place. Everyone then watches the Elvis movie Clambake for some reason…
Least Likely: Pops joins the coaching staff, meets fellow local oppressed coach Peggy Wyche, they fall madly in love and spawn an unholy bald skinny white negro love child with six-foot arms. This child grows up with so much guilt over the magnificent sporting opportunities she has as compared to her parents, she clubs her head repeatedly then saws off her own leg with a chainsaw. Everyone then locks their head on the hole, gets set, and swings. And keeps doing it for some reason…