This Week in Milford

August 6, 2018

Fired Up

Filed under: Gil Thorp, golf, Mimi Thorp — nedryerson @ 5:39 am

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I’m going to confess that I have put even less than my usual amount of effort into figuring out what this summer golf plot is all about.

So far I get that we’ve got two golf courses, each with a set of teens with golf clubs strapped onto their bodies. I’m not going to try to deepen my understanding. Time is short. This is nowhere, man!

Also, I’ve had an interesting week in the real world and last Monday seems like it was ages ago. I could swear that we had a Gil and Mimi moment to set the stage, but it looks like we’re having another one in the Thorps’ garden. Given the short period of time available to develop a summer plot, the fact that we’re pausing to refresh one week in is a very bad sign.

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  1. I think we’re getting a random assortment of golf panels cut from previous years’ summer storylines, just to kill a couple weeks before football practice.

    Comment by jvwalt — August 6, 2018 @ 6:12 am

  2. 1. Yep, once again we see Gilberto doing no real instruction with the kids whatsoever, in accordance with his level of competence and expertise…

    2. Like I said the other day, an organization named “First Tee” exists which ALREADY does all this shit that Gilberto is expecting to get the Nobel Prize for Sports award, available at 1200 golf courses nationwide.

    3. Is there a more subservient comics page wife than Mrs. Gilberto? Most women would have played the “Why come you never take me anywhere farther than five miles outside Shitsburg, Ohio?” -card years ago…

    Comment by hitorque — August 6, 2018 @ 6:53 am

  3. 4. I’m also pleased to report that my “Each seasonal storyline is progressively shittier than the last one” -streak remains intact, and I’ve been reading ever since “Coach” Bobby Howry four(?) years ago… I can tell by looking that the streak will easily continue through this plot, too

    Comment by hitorque — August 6, 2018 @ 6:55 am

  4. Gil should be teaching these kids how to break into a golf course at night, like he did back in the summer of 2001.

    Comment by billytheskink — August 6, 2018 @ 7:28 am

  5. Agree with hitorque but nothing has yet to top the peacock story in stupidity, however, they sure are trying.

    Comment by franku2016 — August 6, 2018 @ 9:17 am

  6. I had successfully forgotten the nadir which the peacock story represented. It’s good that franku2016 brings it up as a fixed point of reference.

    Comment by vaganova — August 6, 2018 @ 10:32 am

  7. I suspect Gil will wind up teaching golf etiquette to the guys from Pine Ridge. If this were literature, we’d call it “foreshadowing”, but it’s Rubin, so I don’t know what you call it.

    Comment by Philip — August 6, 2018 @ 10:33 am

  8. Could Gil convince these boys to play football since football is safer because of improved epuipment? After all, soccer doesn’t supply helmets.

    Comment by Jive Turkey — August 6, 2018 @ 11:05 am

  9. Every summer I hear the prayers “Please, not a golf plot.”
    It seemed odd, since the only golf story I remember was Steve Boone Gets Motivated.
    Sorry to have doubted the horror of pure golf.
    Anyhow, the Summer of Steve was 2012, so he’s 31, Molly is 25, and Steve gets about 2 panels a year.

    Comment by Downpuppy, Lord of the Files (@Downpuppy) — August 6, 2018 @ 11:08 am

  10. There were other golf plots, unfortunately. The one which permanently turned me against golf plots in Mfnrd– and gave me a wicked case of gas– was that of the father who named his kids for golf courses, and, serving as a forecaddy for his son in tournaments, improved his lies with expert toe work. The father had a mustache– a standard sign of villainy in those years– and the son repudiated him when he found out what was going on. Can’t think of the son’s name and will have to appeal to billy. His sister was Torrey (“Torrey Pines,” get it?) I think Molly Kinsella was on the edges of that story, so it can’t be more than six or eight years ago.

    Comment by vaganova — August 6, 2018 @ 3:03 pm

  11. downpuppy, your little ditty could fit right in with Ezra Pound’s “Cantos” and nobody would know the difference(ha). Your take is trenchant as always. You da Man.

    Comment by tdrewhardin — August 6, 2018 @ 3:29 pm

  12. Torrey and Kemper Peake, 2010.

    Comment by Philip — August 6, 2018 @ 4:32 pm

  13. Kemper! Thanks, Philip.

    Comment by vaganova — August 6, 2018 @ 5:51 pm

  14. Just registering that I am still around. I got to see this band perform the other day at The Condor. They were, like, a million percent better the other day but this still gives you a pretty good idea of what they sound like:

    Comment by timbuys — August 7, 2018 @ 12:30 am

  15. Glad you are still around, timbuys, My Man. Your incisive humor keeps me going throughout the day. I will check out the band. Thanks for the tip. You da Man

    Comment by tdrewhardin — August 7, 2018 @ 11:09 am

  16. P1 is just reeking Joni Mitchell. Yeah, Gil and Mimi, Don’t it all seem to go, that you have no clue for this story this month, they paved your heads and put in some worthless thoughts. O you ripped the ground and buried the previous plot.
    To paraphrase Jive Turkey, Gil, after all, is a Big Yellow Turd.

    Comment by tdrewhardin — August 7, 2018 @ 2:30 pm

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