Okay, well that was an interesting story. A guy slipped on some ice in the Speed Co. parking lot. Nothing says mid-winter like a good old-fashioned slip and fall. Yesterday’s strip plus these first two panels evoke such a palpable feeling of mid-winter, you can almost smell the fragrance of Speed Co. premium gas and the air escaping from a freshly opened bag of meat jerky (don’t ask what kind of meat, you’re better off not knowing), and then, whoops, your standard slip and fall. On your ass in the Speed Co parking lot, staring up into the face of one of a homeless guy who’s trying to determine if your knocked out enough to check you for easily removable valuables.
It’s a shame we have to move on from this to Gil working out his infielders. We shall not forget this aside. We will carry the evocative image of Speed Co in our hearts through spring. When this digression pays off, we will feel another pang of bittersweet nostalgia for this mid-winter tableau.