This Week in Milford

June 9, 2015

You Know Boo’s Doing An Improv Bit Out There, Right?

Filed under: anatomically implausible, baseball, freak hands, Gil Thorp — timbuys @ 12:05 am

June 9, 2015


While True reeks out there and keeps missing the plate, I can’t stop fixating upon Boo’s posture in panel one. I know there’s probably some trick of perspective I’m not appreciating, but her foreshortened feet and kneeless legs only heighten the uncanniness of her pose.



  1. Impressive – Gil reaches deep into his bag of tricks and pulls out… the Socratic method(?)

    Comment by g2design — June 9, 2015 @ 7:20 am

  2. It doesn’t mention in panel one that she’s at the junior high softball field begging 8th graders to come with her to Mystic Pranks show. Her treat. She’s really desperate. Maybe she should go see the Mystic Braves at the Troubadour in LA this Saturday. Because that’s a real band with a real gig.

    Comment by Jive Turkey — June 9, 2015 @ 10:07 am

  3. I heard they do a killer cover of Van Morrison’s, “Into the Mystic”.

    Comment by g2design — June 9, 2015 @ 10:12 am

  4. Mystic rhythms capture my thoughts, carry me away…

    Comment by FoolyRain — June 9, 2015 @ 11:27 am

  5. Is this a simulated game? I see no one else in the field. Doesn’t the infield usually join theses meetings on the mound? Or are they not interested in what the coach is saying? This Gil Thorp chap is quite a moron!

    Comment by Easy Money Cheetah Chuck — June 9, 2015 @ 12:57 pm

  6. Taking a long view, baseball season cannot extend more than another two-three weeks (even in Mfnrd, school ends by July) thus we may be approaching the grand smash of this plot. (Too good to be) True, (the unexplainably bad girl) Boo, the Spastic Minks, and the Jeep that was the kickoff to this entire mess. Chief Lind, keep your phone on. Given the time dilation that visits Mfnrd now and then (baseball season has sometimes run into July) it is possible that the raid on Central City is not the final big event, but to me it sounds like it– four or five unrelated things coming together, as in the case of the (bad) novelist Tom Wolfe’s “Bonfire of the Vanities.”

    Comment by vaganova — June 9, 2015 @ 2:10 pm

  7. “Yeah. Reeking. Don’t believe me? Smell my pit!”

    Comment by teenchy — June 9, 2015 @ 4:08 pm

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