August 28, 2014
Steve Boone only sees the holes in that chain link fence and at the end of his left shirt sleeve. (BTW, isn’t it refreshing that he lets his sleeves dangle free instead of pinning them up like that band director lady in Funky Winkerbean? No pity party here, at least not anymore.) Nevertheless Gil puts a gag order on Steve before he talks to
Dante Hicks Marty Moon.
You’d think after all these years Marty would understand how team sports work. I’d interpret his zinger attempt as a jab at Gil’s inability to land True Standish but for the fact we’ve been given no indication Marty even knows about The Truman Show. Probably spent his summer redecorating his crate and passing out drink cups. “That’s why I’m the coach and you’re the microphone talking guy, Marty.”
The reference to chemistry on top of Saad Shamoun’s rapid muscle gain is such a broad hint at steroid use I’m not even gonna bite on it today (well, except in the title of this post, of course).
Gil wasn’t left entirely unfazed by his chat with Marty.
“How was Moon yesterday?”
“How sour was he?”
“So sour my head shrunk and my neck stretched. Hopefully this nice steaming hot cup of Gil will restore me to my usual proportions.”
I had to do a double take at the papers in Kaz’s hand to realize he was looking at Xs and Os. At first I thought it read “Vigo” in cursive and that Kaz was reading for the long-awaited Ghostbusters III.
Meta moment: Today is the first day of school for the high schoolers in our district; the elementary and middle schoolers went back yesterday. In that respect Whigrub aren’t far off the mark, though the football team here has been going in full pads for at least the past week.