There’s not much to look at here. (Dynamite face mask though, Rod. It looks like something from this century.) A couple of Goshen’s jokers tabling Terry Gallagher. Is this tabling? Sandwiching? Maybe a Celtic chop block or an Irish teabag? Either way, Terry is entering a world of pain. Trainer Rick Scott is quick to dispense the smelling salts, but they seem to be missing from his trainer kit. This is, of course, not unusual. Trainer Rick Scott can’t seem to remember the last time he ever could find smelling salts when he needed them.
“Any idea what happens to the all the smelling salt, Gil? It’s as if somebody who was perpetually on the verge of losing consciousness was hoarding them and using them to keep themselves from passing out.”
“The smelling salts. Gil? Have you seen them?”
“Yeah. Um, no. Smelling salts. Order some more.”
“Yeah, sure Gil.”
Doyle Dane, Schmoyle Schmane, what about the outcome of the game? If Milford won that game, that should make them 4-1 (with wins over Oakwood, Goshen, Tilden and Jefferson, and the lone loss to Ballard). The team is flirting with respectability!
Some of us have money on these things! Some of us also have prop bets on how many different lasses are going to all but force Terry Gallagher to the Bucket. Enter Madeline “Maddie” Wernicke, the latest enthusiast for the adorable Irish import.
“I was so worried when you got hurt.”
“Just my head, Maddy. Nothing important. You know that smoodle pinkered Goshen’s land grant college. Nearly blarneyed me bollocks!”
“Oh Terry, even your aphasia is adorable!”
“Miss, substitute my word salad for thee Bucket fries?”
Oh, I’m sorry, it’s Maddie Wiebe. Like it matters. She’s clearly just another prop in this turgid drama.
Speaking of turgid, hey, isn’t that Doyle Dane, putting the finishing touches on a marketing masterpiece? So he made some signs, spin doctored a bit with the Milford minority that can give a crap what’s going on with the football team and made a call getting Terry’s name in the paper. Whatever could be the final touches to this masterpiece? (Let’s leave off the “why” question. Clearly Ding Dong is just nucking futs.) If this turns out to be part of Doyle Dane’s long term plan to hook up with Mia Meeks, well, that would actually be the appropriate level of nonsense for a Gil Thorp plot.