This Week in Milford

January 25, 2019

An Echo Chamber Does Not a Groundswell Make

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We’re being asked to fill in a lot of blanks here today.  Other than the one caller who called bullshit on their short-term memory loss yesterday, it’s just been Marty and B/Robby taking turns getting their digs in on Gil.  (You notice no one ever calls for Kaz’s head?  They know he’s liable to track them down and put his fist through theirs.)  Do those two take turns running out of the studio and calling in?  I suppose between calls Marty can get a bite to eat from the automat that has magically appeared behind his head.  Or do Wildcat Maris, Hobart, Barry Bader et al. just have WDIG on speed dial?

WDIG’s station manager seems vaguely aware that this whole kerfuffle is purely Marty’s and The Boy Who Would Be Coach’s doing, but as long as the ad revenue is coming in and he can keep shuffling those invoices, it’s all gravy.  Then again he may be waxing nostalgic about how he earned that trophy behind him for being the best Studebaker salesman in the Valley, or planning to order some Haggar slacks to go with that shawl-collared jacket of his while remembering how he used to hold meetings while he was on the can.

Meanwhile, in the Mudlark locker room, the real wheels get set in motion when rando underclassman asks rando seniors to dish the dirt on B/Robby.  Howry’s placebo-dealing, Bacon-manipulating backstory will be shared, rando underclassman will call Marty to expose B/Robby on air, WDIG’s engineer will again lose his mind, and Gil’s reputation will be saved without any action on his part.  This had better be good.

6 Comments »

  1. Calling in from the lobby pay phone seems about the speed of these two numpties, and the station manager is dumb enough to fall for it.
    Marty will end up ruing the day he threw in his lot with Evil Billboard Boy and retreat to his crate, partaking in the spritual balm that can only come from cold, stale Speedco coffee and bathtub gin with floating lumps of powdery petroleum-based non-dairy creamer.

    Comment by Prof. Anthrax — January 26, 2019 @ 7:54 am

  2. P3 is implausible. If the seniors were in school when the student manager got kicked out of the basketball program for passing off placebo drugs to the star point guard, it would be the first thing they mentioned the moment B/Robby’s name came up.

    Moreover, what’s Bobby’s end game here? It’s exceedingly likely he’s unlikely to do anything other than make the rest of town (with the exception of Marty) think he’s nuts. It’s hard for me to understand why B/Robby is still hanging around this tanktown (he’s clearly Central City material), but after this stunt, he’ll have a hell of a time showing his face anywhere other than WDIG.

    Comment by timbuys — January 26, 2019 @ 9:33 am

  3. Tim, I think B/Robby’s taken ol’ Gil as his White Whale, and we all know how that turned out.

    Comment by Prof. Anthrax — January 26, 2019 @ 3:35 pm

  4. Comment by timbuys — January 26, 2019 @ 7:14 pm

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