This Week in Milford

July 25, 2018

Inside-The-Park For Barry Bader!

Filed under: actual action, baseball, shadow figures — timbuys @ 4:15 am


Lotta chain link fence today taking in a relatively large amount of actual action.

My favorite thing about today’s strip is in panel three where it is clear the entire team (including the guys on base that he drove in I guess?) is pretending what happened didn’t just happen.


  1. Last game ever & Barry has a shot at an inside the park homer? Take it. If he gets thrown out it’s still 5-3.
    If we get pissy faced Gil over this, I’m sending Rubin a Strongly Worded Letter.

    Comment by Downpuppy, Lord of the Files (@Downpuppy) — July 25, 2018 @ 6:46 am

  2. They’re absolutely dejected in P3 because they thought that the season was actually gonna end and that they would not have to see or hear Barry ever again, but because he ignored coach Kaz’s mannequin-like 3rd base coaching, he kept it going.

    Comment by franku2016 — July 25, 2018 @ 7:05 am

  3. “Yes, asshole, we saw you run the stop sign, and are not looking forward to listening to your whining on the bench after Coach sits you down.”

    Comment by vaganova — July 25, 2018 @ 7:12 am

  4. Pretty sure I saw Odd Carom open for Smashmouth in 03.

    Comment by billytheskink — July 25, 2018 @ 7:48 am

  5. I generally don’t cross link to other sites, but just in case anyone was dissatisfied with the length of today’s post, you can find more of my writing in the comments section of the Comics Curmudgeon site here.

    Therein I paint a brief portrait of a small town on Texas’ industrial coast that I try to spend as little time as possible in due to my very well founded fears of an explosion. Maybe several small explosions and then a big one. Maybe just one big POP. Who can say really?

    Comment by timbuys — July 25, 2018 @ 7:52 am

  6. Gross Gott, timbuys: “Point Comfort, Texas” sounds like the ultimate hellhole…

    Comment by vaganova — July 25, 2018 @ 3:26 pm

  7. It is but, to the people who grew up there, before Formosa but during Alcoa (when wages were good and no one knew or much cared about what was being dumped, dropped or oozed into the bay), it was a wonderful, almost idyllic (especially if the Coastal South Texas climate suits you) place to live.

    I don’t think it is defamatory for me to note that Formosa factories have a tendency to blow up and/or catch fire. That very much includes this one. You don’t notice it during the day for some reason, but at nighttime from about a mile away, it sounds like a freight train running constantly.

    Put another way, most people I know from there think Blake Farenthold got railroaded. Some are actually a little bitter when it came out that he landed a cushy 160K/year job at the Port Lavaca Port of Port Lavaca Port Authority within weeks of his resignation from Congress. (Only kinda sorta kidding about the name.)

    Don’t get me started on the weather generally. To be fair, the fishing down there is amazing. Just, as I say, don’t fish downwater of the old Alcoa plant.

    Edited To Add: If you’ve never driven to a wedding on South Padre Island, be sure to check if there is a red tide. It’s still (mostly) beautiful and fun except the beaches smell of rotting fish carcasses and the red mist can aggravate your eyes, lungs and any other exposed soft tissues.

    Texas! Y’all!

    Comment by timbuys — July 25, 2018 @ 3:50 pm

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