This Week in Milford

May 21, 2016

It Ain’t Named for Emperor Haile Selasky

Filed under: Fat Guys, freak hands, Gil Thorp, Milford Idiots, Neal's friends, softball — teenchy @ 9:52 pm


So Barry Bader’s potato-nosed, freckle-faced clone is Pete deWindt? What are they, like The Boys from Brazil or something?

As for Miss Talking Banana Fingers and the rest of her teammates, don’t they know that they’re violating the unwritten rules of softball by not only talking about a no-hitter in progress but by interacting with the pitcher who’s throwing it? And what’s up with the Lady Mudlarks wearing the basketball team’s uniforms? They didn’t have to do that last season. Did Mimi raid the till to fund her wine habit?

I wonder whose car Del Bader is driving to Selasky’s Supper Club (named for Rubin’s pal, the food writer for the Detroit Free Press). Wasn’t his impounded? From the sign, it looks like Selasky’s might double as a Subaru dealership but that logo on the horn pad looks like Nissan’s hamburger. Why the heck would Del bring up his pending DUI conviction to a client at all? He should just say “No drinks tonight, thanks, doctor’s orders” and leave it at that. I sense the elder Bader entering a Willy Lomanesque death spiral in the not-too-distant future.


  1. For those of you laying along at home, the last time we saw softball players in uniform was 16 April, five weeks ago. Five weeks of Del and Barry. I think we established that, in most of the US, a simple DUI is disposed of in one ten minute court appearance. This one is dragging on like Jarndyce v Jarndyce.

    Comment by Philip — May 22, 2016 @ 6:43 am

  2. Nowadays, at least where I live, if one were to name their restaurant ‘supper club’ it would no doubt be a rather twee place of farm to table affectations, earnest young servers and cooks with sleeve tattoos, heavy rimmed glasses and much fancier shirts than I wear to the office. The cocktails would have familiar names but taste quite different due to the fresh fruit, homemade simple syrup and the price priming effects of having just paid twelve dollars for one of the cheaper drinks on offer.

    But this is Milford so I’m sure Del is going to some place that is one step below Schultz’s Polynesian to close out a deal for a bulk order of 1-(chloromethyl)-4-fluoro-1,4-diazoniabicyclo[2.2.2]octane ditetrafluoroborate.

    Edited to add: Ahem, case in point.

    Comment by timbuys — May 22, 2016 @ 8:42 am

  3. “Hey, I know! Instead of trying to sell stuff, let’s bring up my personal grievance with a high-ranking local official who’s probably friends with my client! That’ll work.”

    Comment by John S. Walters — May 22, 2016 @ 11:36 am

  4. I’m thinking that the softball player in a basketball uni thinking about the nono is Mimi.

    Comment by Downpuppy — May 22, 2016 @ 5:41 pm

  5. […] she secretly lusted after True Standish, wanted Boo Radley killed off and, disguised as Shelly from Selasky’s Supper Club, got Del Bader drunk so he would cause death.  Hey, it’s not that much more far-fetched than […]

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  6. […] first visit to Barney’s Pub? It’s not one of Del Bader’s old watering holes, like Selasky’s Supper Club, is it? Did it take over the Coffee Cantina’s space, or did they just steal the CC’s […]

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