This Week in Milford

April 15, 2017

Giving Up Walks with a Ghost


Reading yesterday’s strip left me scratching my head.  I wasn’t sure if Dafne Dafuq was trolling Carrie Hobson by tagging her the “star pitcher” or simply trying to boost her ego.  After all, Carrie’s track record isn’t much to get excited about, so why not get her excited about a track athlete?  Because nobody gets excited about track in Milford – nobody.

Carrie knows the score and isn’t afraid to admit it. In so doing she hips us to the fact that the late Boo Radley was a junior last season – a fact I don’t think Rubin hipped us to before. (Thanks billytheskink for the confirmation; I hadn’t had my coffee yet this morning when I posted.)  Dafuq then seizes the opportunity to further troll Carrie by calling her by Boo’s nickname for True. I think we’ve got a real shit-stirrer in the making here, on the diamond or off.

BTW, have we learned Double D’s position yet? Between those Ernie Lombardi mitts of hers and her penchant for needling people, she seems a natural behind the plate.

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  1. It has probably been twenty or more years since I last thought of Ernie Lombardi nor viewed that photo. Happy Saturday!

    Comment by timbuys — April 15, 2017 @ 8:42 am

  2. Boo Radley being a junior was mentioned last season. It was mostly in regards to how she and True Standish mutually decided not to date because he would be at Wake Forest during her senior year.

    Comment by billytheskink — April 15, 2017 @ 11:13 am

  3. Thanks bts. Post updated momentarily.

    Comment by teenchy — April 15, 2017 @ 12:44 pm

  4. I am heartened that Rubin is not completely ignoring Boo Radley. On the other hand, I have no confidence that he will handle it any better than he did last year, so maybe we’d all be better off it he did ignore it.

    So how do you suppose Dafne pronounces “BFF”? Is it Bee-eff-eff, or just “Biff”?

    Comment by John S. Walters — April 16, 2017 @ 1:51 pm

  5. This plotline was a script reject from “Fast Times at Ridgemont High”. I hope when the girls are discussing Meola that the carrot is not on the table. Oops, I forgot, they are at The Bucket, not the cafeteria. As long as we are going to endure a storyline saved from the incinerator, where’s Spicoli and Mr. Hand? At the jukebox(playing, ironically enough, Jackson Browne’s “Somebody’s Baby”)? Not even Aardvark, living on the edge, had the gall to order a pizza during basketball practice.

    NO AARDVARK!!!!!!!!!!!!! DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Get out on the wing when you run the break!!!!!!!!!!!!! We lost 12 easy poin-”
    BAM!!!!!!!!!!! BAM!!!!!!!!!!! BAM!!!!!!!!!!!
    All the players, Coach T., and Coach Kaz look towards the east gym doors where the BAM!!!!!!!!!!!! originated. Racing while taking the Lord’s name in vain, Coach T. swings open the door. It’s the Domino’s delivery guy with 2 pizza boxes.
    “Is there an Aaron Aardvark here? I have 1 pepperoni, extra anchovies, and 1 Italian sausage.”
    “Wow, dude, thanks. Keep the change.”
    Coach T. and Coach Kaz hang in disbelief. There’s a 10-minute water break until they regroup.

    Comment by T. Drew Hardin — April 16, 2017 @ 3:24 pm

  6. Mr. Hand, in his U. S. History class at Milford High School(Fast Times at Milford High?-uh, could go either way. Maybe a sequel) passes back the test grades.
    “C-“. Rolls his eyes. “D”. Curses the Mudlark Basketball composite on the wall. “F”. “F”.
    “D-” Grinds his teeth. “D”. Flails at the American flag in the room. “What are you kids? On dope? The Compromise of 1850 was not that hard to learn. It was a piece of legislation meant to appease the North and the South. The North was to receive California into the Union as a free state while the South was able to make the Fugitive Slave Law more string-”
    Aardvark is jamming to KTN on his walkman, levitating boobs floating out of his ears. Mr. Hand duly notices said behavior and trundles over. Aardvark looks up.
    “Oh, sorry dude. Things were getting real gnarly on the CD. Did I miss anything?”
    “Why, no, Mr. Aardvark. Nothing of grave importance. Intermission isn’t for another 10 minutes.”
    “Wow, man, let’s party. I got a Black Sabbath ‘Volume 4′ CD here in my backpack. It must be under the barbituates”(class gasps in horror). “Ha ha, just funnin’ with you, Mr. Handy.”
    “That’s Mr. Hand. And you can have all the fun you want down at the principal’s office.”
    “You’re a dick. What’s your problem, dude?”
    “No problem at all. At least Spicoli made a name for himself at Harvard. Mr. Aardvark, why do you shamelessly waste my time? What compels you to immerse yourself on that CD player all day?”
    Aardvark ponders the question.
    Class erupts in laughter.
    “Well, it isn’t from listening to Marty Moon on WDIG. That dude puts me to sleep, man.”

    Comment by T. Drew Hardin — April 16, 2017 @ 8:34 pm

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