This Week in Milford

July 11, 2016

All About True

Filed under: What the hell is going on here? — nedryerson @ 3:27 am

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Is True addressing everyone here at Addison (Boo) Radley’s funeral? Way to make it all about you, buddy. I’m sure those that are grieving and missing their beloved child, friend and teammate are all buoyed by your powerful revelation: Shit happens!

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14 Comments »

  1. Nice to know that the uncaring universe has absolved True of all blame for what’s-her-name’s gory death. Now please, let’s hear more about True Standish. It’s not like anyone wants to hear remembrances of Boo at her frickin’ funeral.

    Comment by John S. Walters — July 11, 2016 @ 5:04 am

  2. I’ve said that the True Standish character hasn’t changed much. Now, at least for a moment, he’s turned into a self-centered jerk. Please, Rubin … let Tuesday’s strip show dozens of people walking out of a funeral in frustration.

    Comment by Philip — July 11, 2016 @ 5:15 am

  3. Boo pulled the dirt comforter up, what? 6 weeks ago? And the girls haven’t found the time to change out of their uniforms?

    Comment by Knoxy — July 11, 2016 @ 6:43 am

  4. I have consulted my precious book of randomness, A Million Random Digits with 100,000 Normal Deviates and apparently True’s correct; God does play dice.

    No matter. Kick away, Mr. Standish.

    Comment by g2design — July 11, 2016 @ 7:24 am

  5. Eyes up front, Gil! At least pretend like you’re paying attention…

    Comment by billytheskink — July 11, 2016 @ 7:27 am

  6. Beat me to it, Knoxy… I’m flabbergasted that the team is in uniform for the funeral. Not to be too insensitive but the whole ‘full house’ angle is a bit less impressive once you realize that the pews only seat five girls across.

    Comment by timbuys — July 11, 2016 @ 7:30 am

  7. I hope it’s not one of those churches you are supposed to kneel in during parts of the ceremony, those uniforms’ shorts look like there will be bare knees against summer-sticky Naugahyde.
    Seriously, who wears scruffy team uniforms to a funeral, especially one in a church? How about a more appropriate outfit with a ribbon or flower indicating you were a teammate?

    Comment by Moon Mullins — July 11, 2016 @ 8:01 am

  8. Nice catch Billy. Too bad you’re not the Mudlarks back up 2nd sacker. Must be a golf course next to the church as Gil daydreams of the 19th hole.

    Comment by Jive Turkey — July 11, 2016 @ 8:50 am

  9. I thought Gil was looking at the kid standing next to the window and thinking “that better not be gum in your mouth, mister!”

    Comment by Moon Mullins — July 11, 2016 @ 8:53 am

  10. Will Wildcat Maris say a few words? Or Hobart?

    Comment by Dood — July 11, 2016 @ 10:18 am

  11. Re: the uniforms… Rubin couldn’t be bothered actually introducing the girls or giving them a speaking part, so Whigham had to identify them visually.

    Either that, or Mimi gave them ten minutes off their daily workout to sit in on True’s eulogy.

    Comment by John S. Walters — July 11, 2016 @ 12:40 pm

  12. This just keeps getting better and better.

    Comment by nedryerson — July 11, 2016 @ 1:28 pm

  13. When the plot turn is a blunder which GT fans will identify as such for years to come, we cannot expect the run-out to improve it.

    Comment by vaganova — July 11, 2016 @ 2:30 pm

  14. […] in long sleeves again!  At least it’s more appropriate than showing up to a funeral service in softball uniforms. Of course it’s still a funeral – Del’s – and the baseball Mudlarks […]

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