This Week in Milford

May 17, 2014

Rag-Arm Lock-In

Filed under: actual action, baseball, Marty Moon, metapost, Neal's friends — timbuys @ 5:37 am

May 17, 2014

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Is it me or does it seem like Luckey is pretty far up in the batter’s box? As in, his front foot is in fact out of the box… Again, I don’t know anything about highschool baseball as it is played (I certainly never knew about the ‘double base’ at first), so maybe that’s how the kids do it these days. In any case, we can see (hear?) that wak is now krak.

Panel two is almost touching as we see Marty call the action with his eyes tightly shut, face contorted, grimacing in pain as his devil’s brew of stale Speedco coffee, non-dairy creamer and rot-gut whiskey painfully interacts with his peptic ulcers. We can take heart knowing that nothing will stop him from pursuing his twin loves of announcing Milford sports games from the crate in his mom’s basement and getting blotto.

I think I more or less understand everything that’s going on in panel three except that I had never heard the phrase ‘rag-arm’ before. A little googling and I learned that this is apparently a thing. I’m not going to post a link though as I think the r-a folks have already gotten all the free publicity they need from Neal already…

Metapost: So, big goings on in the timbuys world. I have recently accepted an offer from Milford’s most popular German themed Tiki restaurant (interestingly, they’re only Milford’s third most popular Tiki themed German restaurant), Schultz’s Polynesian to serve as their Director of Root Beer Sales and Distribution. The upshot of this is that a new feature of my life will be weekly travel to Milford.

Curiously, their travel service refuses to book me on anything but one-way flights to Charleston so the commute is looking like it’s going to interfere with posting somewhat until I get settled in. So, while I will try to keep up the posting as I can, please do expect some interruptions and, depending on what sort of routine I settle into at the new job, I may have to just generally reduce the frequency of posts. I know you’ll miss my regular bouts of tedious prolixity and the pervasive spirit of sullen ennui as the plot slowly grinds away but somehow I think we’ll all make it through this.

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10 Comments »

  1. panel 1–the foul lines are screwed up…..supposed to be at right angles….that is 1st base line is at 90 degrees with 3d base line
    Regarding the batters box–when I was “behind the dish” I used to start erasing the batter boxes…Sweep the plate & scuff the batter box lines….players help too….the purpose of this little exercise–after an inning or two the batter’s box is where I say it is….
    Marty does not tell us the runners tagged up etc….could it be a sac fly????….

    Comment by Rowdyman — May 17, 2014 @ 8:51 am

  2. Well done, Timbuys– and may Schultz’s supply you with unlimited refills.

    Grateful for Rowdyman’s explanation of the batter’s box– I would have sworn they were playing on a dirt shuffleboard alley. While you are in Mfnrd, timbuys, try to find out why the diamond is not square and why the plate does not fit into the home corner. The batter’s boxes we can worry about another time– like Rowdyman, my teammates and I made their eradication one of our first orders of business.

    Comment by vaganova — May 17, 2014 @ 3:08 pm

  3. Watching NCAA softball on ESPN–Louisville vs Boston University……play just showed how important that stretch is at first base…replay showed the importance of milliseconds…….more so with 60 foot bases than baseball……

    Comment by Rowdyman — May 17, 2014 @ 7:35 pm

  4. The stretch is essential in both softball and baseball– you can’t stand there like you’re waiting for the bus. First is an underrated position. Because it usually demands less range than other positions, less mobile players often end up there, but their technique has to be good or they’re going to miss a lot of put-outs.

    Comment by vaganova — May 17, 2014 @ 8:36 pm

  5. Ignoring absolutely everything except all the crap I had to do to end the semester at architecture school, I went at least two weeks without reading Gil Thorp. In that time, the plot went absolutely nowhere.

    Comment by Stevo — May 17, 2014 @ 10:15 pm

  6. Stevo, yet another benefit to GT. In the Thorpiverse, nothing ever REALLY happens…

    Comment by vaganova — May 18, 2014 @ 8:45 am

  7. I second vaganova’s root beer wishes (though I hope they are delivered in a glass, rather than upside your head).

    Comment by lauramac — May 19, 2014 @ 1:48 pm

  8. @vaganova I know but I was hoping the plot would have moved forward at least a little. I mean, damn.

    Comment by Stevo — May 19, 2014 @ 4:01 pm

  9. MILFORD (with apologies to the Talking Heads)

    No one’s ever trying
    To get to this tank town
    The name of the town
    This tank town is Milford
    Slim Pickens and the Rejects
    Play some WAK country song
    They play it once again
    They play it all night long.

    (CHORUS)
    Milford… Milford is a place
    A place where nothing
    Nothing ever happens.
    (repeat)

    There’s a joint called the Bucket
    Everyone is there
    Everyone will leave at exactly the same time.
    It’s hard to imagine
    That nothing at all
    Could be so HRONK-FOOZLE
    And so much KRAK.

    (CHORUS)

    When this season is over
    It will start again
    Marty Moon will be in his crate
    Swilling vodka and Tang

    (CHORUS)

    Comment by lauramac — May 20, 2014 @ 10:24 am

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