This Week in Milford

September 3, 2018

That Seat Is Permanently Reserved For Quentin Tarantino

Filed under: Gil Thorp, What the hell is going on here? — nedryerson @ 9:07 am

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Hey, how ’bout that golf plot, eh? We all learned about integrity or something.

Here begins the fall plot. It is a Gil Thorp tradition to begin a plot with some randos establishing one rando’s character quirk that will come into play somehow when the actual sports story gets going. Today’s randos might be characters we’ve seen before, but there are no solid context clues and there are only two or three types of hairstyles in Milford, so your guess is as good as mine.

Three kids are in a nicely appointed media room, squeezed all together on one side for some reason. One of the kids is a movie buff (or insufferable cineaste, if you will) who subjects his friends to foreign movies and repeated viewings of Reservoir Dogs.

That’s more than enough work for Labor Day.

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8 Comments »

  1. Good thing you ran the color version of the strip. I looked at the black & white version this morning and thought Pelwecki was still hanging around.

    Comment by teenchy — September 3, 2018 @ 10:06 am

  2. I thought Mr. Orange was Golfboy, & orange I glad to be wrong?

    Comment by Downpuppy, Lord of the Files (@Downpuppy) — September 3, 2018 @ 11:53 am

  3. A particularly unsatisfying conclusion to the summer story – for one thing, once you’ve established that the Pine Ridge kids need to be taken down a peg, readers expect to see them taken down a peg. Not just Gil reporting that they didn’t break 90. For another thing, once you’ve had the buildup to the Milford Invitational, we need to see the Milford Invitational. Instead, Rubin stopped without a sense of resolution.

    Comment by Philip — September 3, 2018 @ 12:58 pm

  4. Just gonna say that around the timbuys household, if you don’t speak conversational Swedish, GTFO when I’m watching Bergman films. The subtitles just don’t quite capture the vernacular Svensk.

    Hahaha… yeah, I sure have to chase the rest of the family out of the room when I want watch Swedish films.

    Comment by timbuys — September 3, 2018 @ 2:11 pm

  5. I get that with White Christmas, Roadie, Death Race 2000, linguini

    Comment by Downpuppy, Lord of the Files (@Downpuppy) — September 3, 2018 @ 2:26 pm

  6. and today, they are grouped closely together to watch porno close ups

    Comment by franku2016 — September 4, 2018 @ 9:14 am

  7. Timbuys and I appear to be on a wavelength, as usual, with Bergman. I guess the point of the summer plot was to tell us that golf is one of those rare games built on honor, unlike baseball, which is built on good-humored, and often entertaining, deceit, and sometimes outright cheating. Not golf. I remember a major tournament in which the leader addressed a putt and had the bad luck of having his ball move, perhaps from a blade of grass bending or from a nearby footfall. He called the penalty on himself, and as I remember, ended up in a playoff. But I think the principle is sufficiently well known that we could instead have had a summer plot about a football player being injured by a runaway sprinkler at MCC, with the suspense coming from the question of whether he would be ready for the football season.

    Comment by Antonius Block, filling in for vaganova — September 4, 2018 @ 12:38 pm

  8. Pass the lingonberries….

    Comment by timbuys — September 4, 2018 @ 3:17 pm


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