This Week in Milford

September 29, 2018

If Joe Is Rannulph, Then Who Is Bagger?

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Well, that’s not the movie I expected Joe Bolek to be talking about.

I honestly struggled with this post for a couple of hours, as Rubin’s analogy – or, rather, my interpretation of Rubin’s analogy – has made me a little uncomfortable.  Without rehashing the entire plot of The Legend of Bagger Vance (or The Mahabharata) here, suffice it to say that the film was roundly criticized for its reliance on the stereotype of The Magical Negro.  If Joe sees himself in the Rannulph Junuh/Arjuna role, who does he see as his Bagger Vance?

Andre Ruffin, who told him that the Mudlarks need a punter? Andre’s the only identifiably black player we’ve seen in the arc thus far, but his role has been more a conduit of information rather than a guy who makes things happen or a stern member of the judiciary.  Kaz, who’s trying to convince him to come punt for them?  Since Joe calls Kaz “Mr. K” and not “Coach K,” I don’t think Joe can go for Kaz being his mentor. Besides, Joe’s already been clued in about the Mudlarks’ punting woes and has probably concluded that no one on the Milford coaching staff can properly coach a punter.

Maybe, then, it’s Joe who sees himself as Bagger Vance: a godlike sage who will teach some hapless Mudlark the fine art of punting, asking for nothing in return but the opportunity to analyze game film. Next thing you know, we’ll see him down by Rosemary and Cameron, handing out The Bhagavad Gita.

6 Comments »

  1. Why would I want to come punt for you clowns? If your o-line can’t manage to finish drives, how will they give me enough time to punt? Fuck you, dude…

    Comment by franku2016 — September 29, 2018 @ 9:57 pm

  2. I never saw “Bagger,” but it seems to be exactly the kind of movie the Joe Boleks of the world would hate: a Hollywood attempt to produce an “art film” with box-office stars in roles that are supposed to reveal their “depth” and “range.” That shit never works.

    Besides, if we’re working off “Bagger,” wouldn’t we need a Magical Negro who can punt 80 yards?

    Comment by jvwalt — September 29, 2018 @ 10:15 pm

  3. Bagger Vance was released before this kid was born and the major reviewers hated it. If Bolek watched it it would have been with his buddies seeing who could come up with the best mockery.

    Comment by Downpuppy, Lord of the Files (@Downpuppy) — September 30, 2018 @ 11:10 am

  4. While we’re here, let’s take a moment to recollect the Clambake story. For those who weren’t on board at the time, this was when Gil let someone who was transparently dissembling about his background coach the baseball team. And Gil knew about it beforehand! Anyway, eventually one of the players was able to do some simple arithmetic to suss out “Clambake’s” BS story.

    I can’t recall what denouement, if any, occurred afterwards but obviously Gil suffered no repercussions.

    Unrelated, but if anyone would like to read my mangling of the English language in another forum here’s the chance. Click on for my exciting opinions about living near a golf course! As error riddled as it is discursive, having posted it I am grateful every day for my ability to edit posts on this site…

    Comment by timbuys — September 30, 2018 @ 11:49 am

  5. timbuys, nice account of your parents living next to a golf course. I am perilously close to one myself, but the only nuisance is the crowds which come with the annual PGA Tour event. People farther down the street do occasionally lose a window to a bad hook, however.

    The house pictured in the listing you commented on is, of course, appalling.

    Comment by vaganova — September 30, 2018 @ 3:25 pm

  6. I once hit an approach shot way left of my target and very near some houses that were on that side of the course. I walked to my ball and saw a few people and a couple dogs out by their pool. When I found my ball it was literally a yard in bounds, the white stake defining OB clearly to the left of my ball as I approached it . Relieved, I set up to hit my next shot and out of the corner of my eye I saw one of the women pointing at something. I stopped my pre-shot routine and said to her – ‘I’m good’, meaning, I’m in bounds so I can hit this shot fairly. She dryly replied– “Your foot is on my lawn.” I had a look on my face like — Reeeally. I’ve heard of nit-picking but this was above that. Indeed, my stance had my right foot on her lawn, my left foot still in bounds. If I was any closer to the OB stake I’d be straddling it. Realizing I wasnt winning this battle I dutifully picked up the ball and moved it far enough from her lawn to avoid any body part touching her grass, and resumed play. Talk about chintsy. But I guess its her lawn, and even 1 of my feet wasnt allowed to touch her hallowed grass..I thought about looking in the rule book to see if this exception was covered in the appendix but soon forgot about it.

    Comment by robmize2013 — September 30, 2018 @ 6:52 pm


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