This Week in Milford

July 8, 2017

That’s “Dafne.” “Hello” is my kitty’s name.

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I will refrain from falling back on my go-to “Who saw that coming?” from Black Dynamite except to say, well, I saw that coming.

Now that that’s out of the way, hey, sports! Well, sorta. Not only did laissez-faire Mimi let Daffy back onto the field after that fiasco, she let her take infield. Some of the other Lady Mudlarks must have run off from practice after being distracted by something or other.

I notice Drafty has a soccer ball in her room. Maybe Heather Burns left it behind for her. Anyhoo, while we await a week of hand-waving at Milford losses and Dafonte’s print mea culpa, we can at least have fun speculating on what misogynistic fun and games await us for the next eight weeks thereafter.

 

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7 Comments »

  1. I do appreciate how Dafne’s “Hello Kitty” is wearing a “Punisher” t-shirt. Says a lot about her, doesn’t it, Whigham? Well done.

    Comment by Moon Mullins — July 8, 2017 @ 2:06 pm

  2. On the other hand, that laundry basket with the overflowing Bozo the Clown tribute skirt is a bit perplexing.
    Also, I can’t tell for sure if Hello Kitty is wearing either pink-and-black boxer briefs, or a Batman-style utility belt, over that Punisher tee.

    Comment by Moon Mullins — July 8, 2017 @ 2:09 pm

  3. I will let someone else analyze the orthopedically impossible angles formed by knees and ankles in panel 1. I will point out that the calves in panel 1 are pipestem skinny, while the calves in panel 2 would look about right on Rob Gronkowski. Has the Milford chemistry department invented a steroid that makes Dianabol look like St. Joseph’s Aspirin for Children?
    Possible development: Dafne publishes an op-ed confessing to physical contact with Jimmy leading to his black eye. Dr. Pearl considers suspending Dafne, but since there was no cardboard bikini involved, she lets it slide. Then hurdler Gary lets it slip that he popped Jimmy, who made up the cabinet door story to prevent Gary from getting into trouble. Dafne realizes she confessed to nothing, and spends much of the rest of July wondering what lessons she’s learned about life.

    edited the tags to include “anatomically implausible.” Thanks Philip! – teenchy

    Comment by Philip — July 8, 2017 @ 2:24 pm

  4. Panel 1–her technique for handling a grounder has much to be desired–poor coaching

    Comment by Rowdyman — July 8, 2017 @ 2:39 pm

  5. Daffy appears to be taking grounders at first. Since girls and women tend to go more knock-kneed than boys and men in such situations– it’s pelvic width– her stance is not truly horrible, with this proviso– if the grounder comes in under pressure, that stance is going to force her to “throw like a girl.”

    Comment by vaganova — July 8, 2017 @ 4:22 pm

  6. Like P1 is any surprise(LOVED laissez-faire, Teenchy). It’s bad enough that she has to practice on a 30-60-90 field but when she adopts the same stance that James Brown utilized at the fame 1968 Boston concert, well, at least he was trying to appease the masses and stave off any rioting due to the MLK assassination the day before. What’s her excuse?
    Now she appears to be coming in on her hands & knees in what could only be a Prodigal Son scenario. Will Ms. Rizk kill the fatted calf? Time will tell.

    Comment by T. Drew Hardin — July 9, 2017 @ 10:26 am

  7. If this is a poignant essay about how Dafne understands why some perfectly innocent people get accused of domestic violence, I’m gonna hurl.

    Comment by John S. Walters — July 9, 2017 @ 7:11 pm


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