I guess it’s true what they say about Milford: Once you enter the city limits, you get handed a chunky bracelet or four. Holly Dobbs wastes no time in putting the smarm on Marty, who has probably only received come-hither looks from the St. Pauli Girl over the last four decades. Coffee with salad? Guess Marty wants to be sober for Holly’s come-on, real or perceived.
Back to the gridiron and a reminder why the on-field action will take a back seat to the off-field action this fall. Kaz’s talking chin sums up the season in a nutshell, telling us why the Mudlarks will be lucky to make the playdowns, much less make a run at another state title. All those summer camps taught True passing and eating techniques; did they teach him how to take a sack and protect the ball? If not, the increased picks and constant injuries will make Miami of Ohio look as distant as the NFL to him.
What is that… THING… in Steve Boone’s crotch?
Comment by John S. Walters — September 17, 2015 @ 9:53 am
It’s the shadow of his phantom limb.
Comment by TimP — September 17, 2015 @ 10:55 am
Wow, that third panel. Is there a Pantheon of Third Panels? Because this belongs there.
Comment by Dood — September 17, 2015 @ 12:03 pm