Jason has left the safe confines of the blog-o-sphere in order to go interact with other humans face-to-face for a few days. In his absence the automatic Gil Thorp blogging robot KAZ-BOT will be filling in!
KAZ-BOT: KAZ-BOT does not work holidays. KAZ-BOT’s non-union Mexican equivalent, KAZ-BOTO has taken over commentary for the day.
KAZ-BOTO: No compredo.
KAZ-BOT: Habla abouto el comico “Gil Thorpo”, por favor!
KAZ-BOTO: Ah, si! El hombre “Blockhead Frankenstein.” Muy bueno. Pero eso es mi comico favorito:
KAZ-BOT: Where the hell are their clothes? Who goes to the movies naked? What’s that about tequilla? Is that why they’re naked?
KAZ-BOTO: Es muy loco, no? No tienen pantalones!
KAZ-BOT: OK, KAZ-BOT gives up on this premise. Off to have some tequilla and go to the naked cinema. More tomorrow, if KAZ-BOT sobers up enough.
Panel 1: Not much to say here, other than to wonder what the ground looks like, given the angles everyone’s standing at.
Panel 2: If the throw is that close, the runner should be sliding. I blame Gil’s lack of coaching for these poor fundamentals.
Panel 3: From left:
“Hur. He done said Elmer Vargas again. Shore is a funny name. Hur hur hur.”
“Am I even still in this strip? God, I need a drink.”
“Hey Marty! I can fit a whole orange in my mouth! You should mention me in your broadcast!”
Comment by Cash — May 28, 2007 @ 10:59 am
Es ‘tequila’, con uno ‘l’.
Comment by Troy — May 28, 2007 @ 11:29 am
I compelled my friend Cara to check out today’s strip; she wondered why the evil Mr. Spock from the parallel universe was broadcasting a high school baseball game.
I was contemplating more earthly concerns and was wondering why someone decided to plant a shrub right by home plate. It was probably the same person who installed home plate backwards–the pointy end is supposed to be facing away from the pitcher.
And the Jeremy Giambi-esque non-slide is a nice touch, too.
Comment by jwright — May 28, 2007 @ 2:29 pm
Elmer Vargas makes his first appearance since April 20th today. For those that don’t remember, Marty Moon introduced hima s the leftfielder that day.
Comment by Ennui Willie Keeler — May 28, 2007 @ 6:52 pm
My prediction is that Elmer Vargas is unhappy because his name is “Elmer”
Comment by Doc Gooden — May 28, 2007 @ 8:53 pm
Yes! 5/29’s strip is up, and we’ve got a totally new plotline completely out of nowhere! Just what the radiologist ordered!
Comment by Cash — May 28, 2007 @ 9:38 pm
Phew! That is one freakishly wide stance the catcher has gotten himself into…hey wait a minute! Are we sure that guy is a human being? The more I stare it, the more I am convinced Millford is playing the Valley Tech Crabs.
And by the way, what is going on in that first panel? Looks like Mike Jeske is receiving a joy-buzzer head pat. Is this some sort of wacky baseball tradition I don’t know about?
Comment by Laura Jane — May 29, 2007 @ 7:27 am
It’s Mark Jeske bobble-head day, life size Mark Jeske bobbleheads to the first three guys who sit behind Marty Moon.
Comment by Doc Gooden — May 29, 2007 @ 7:52 am
Domo arigato, Mr. Kaz-Boto!
The catcher’s weird stance is presumably an attempt to block the plate — except that he’s out of position by a good two feet. He’s actually blocking the left-hand batter’s box. Useful, that.
I appreciate the realistic touch in panel 3: the fact that there are three spectators (count ‘em, three!) at a high-school baseball game. Just like real life. Except that in real life, two would be parents of players, and the third would be someone from the A-V department in charge of dropping the confetti that accompanies every Milford High sporting event.
Comment by johnw — May 29, 2007 @ 8:13 am