Gil awakes! Having passed out in the dugout again thanks to his dangerous habit of mixing Colt 45s and the Junior Jumble, he’s confused enough to awkwardly refer to Elmer using his full name.
Meanwhile, Mimi is concerned that the world is not quite revolving enough around her! Normally all her players calls her every fifteen minutes to notify her of their exact whereabouts. She hopes she won’t have to insert another anal GPS tracking box like she had to with the shortstop there…
But just as Mimi is about to go all Tyler Jay on herself for not being the center of attention, a savior! Trainer Rick Scott, whose only apparent role in this strip is to go talk to crazy people, brings her a phone from the mysterious “office.” Only SHE can save the day and break up Branden and Elmer’s quickie Green Card marriage! (Because Gil is just too hung over.)
The spit-curl — It made it through the artist transition! It’s sad that Trainer Rick Scott didn’t fare so well: he’s now 92 and seems to have lost about a foot of height to scoliosis.
Comment by Striker — June 10, 2008 @ 1:06 pm
I’d like to think that spit curled lad is Curley Horse reincarnated, but it’s too much to hope for.
Looks like Trainer Rick Scott is once again going to be picking various body parts of his off the floor again once Mimi gets through swinging that bat.
I want to hear the words “I now pronounce you husband and Mrs. Branden Oyl.
Comment by Regina — June 10, 2008 @ 1:17 pm
Sick today, huh?
Is Branden … pregnant?
Comment by El Santo — June 10, 2008 @ 1:43 pm
Trainer Rick Scott gets all the scut work.
Panel 3 inspired me to make up this dialogue for Mimi and Trainer Rick Scott:
The office sent me, Mimi. They want you to call the Zollars.
Thanks for coming out here to personally deliver the message, Trainer Rick Scott. Say, can I borrow your phone to call the Zollars?
I don’t know about that Mimi. I have kind of a crappy plan, so that might be a pretty pricey call.
Well now Trainer Rick Scott, you come charging out here from the office with a phone in you hand, delivering a message from the office that I need to call the Zollars. You’d think I could borrow your phone to make one lousy phone call to the Zollars.
Gosh Mimi, I’m living on a trainer’s salary and this is my personal phone which I only use to call my family. I mean, maybe if I had the Zollars in my calling circle….say, where is your phone? Why didn’t the office call you instead of makin’ ol’ Trainer Rick Scott come all the way out here to the softball diamond to tell you to call the Zollars?
Look, I couldn’t find my phone this morning and I was running late because Gil wouldn’t get out of the shower and…look this is either here nor there, Trainer Rick Scott, could I just use you phone for one minute to call the Zollars? It’s obviously important or they wouldn’t have sent you all the way out here from the office.
Well okay, Mimi, I don’t want to get in dutch with the office.
Thanks Trainer Rick Scott, I’ll owe you one. Do you have the number for the Zollars?
No.
No? Well then I’m going to need to call the office to get the number for the Zollars.
Mimi, that’s going to be two calls. Look maybe you should go over to the office. They have the Zollar’s number and they have a phone you could use and ol’ trainer Rick Scott can get back to training and stuff and not having no good, no phone totin’, double coach salaried coaches jerkin’ him around all afternoon.
Fine, have it your way stingy. I’ll go all the way over to the office and get the number and call the Zollars from there. Thanks for nothing, Trainer Rick Scott.
Comment by Ned Ryerson — June 10, 2008 @ 1:50 pm
Along with the spit curl, Ralph Whigham has also brought back Frank 1.0’s “characters talking with their mouths slammed shut” motif. The girl with the dislocated butt is also a nice little homage to the master.
Comment by sourbelly — June 10, 2008 @ 2:05 pm
Hey everybody… remember to act surprised when they announce the wedding!
Comment by Mac Thomason — June 10, 2008 @ 2:13 pm
I’m not sure why, but I’m having flashbacks to the end of Reckless, with Darryl Hannah and Aidan Quinn riding off into the sunset on Aidan’s motorcycle.
Comment by The Big B — June 10, 2008 @ 2:23 pm
Right on, Mr. Big B, but for the Milford version it’s “Feckless!”
Comment by SemperFi4evr — June 10, 2008 @ 3:22 pm
…with special guest star Craig T. Nelson as Trainer Rick Scott!
Comment by jules — June 10, 2008 @ 3:33 pm
“Right on, Mr. Big B, but for the Milford version it’s “Feckless!””
Excellent.
[Sorry for the messed-up HTML code in my original post, everybody. Forgot the slash to close the anchor…
Comment by The Big B — June 10, 2008 @ 4:01 pm
I miss Stormy. Maybe he and Kaz can take in a Gail Martin concert this summer. “Oooooo, Tarzana Nights. . .”
Comment by Don, the Rebel without a Blog — June 10, 2008 @ 5:58 pm
Beware of the Junior Jumble.
Comment by Simon Harkrill — June 10, 2008 @ 7:39 pm