This Week in Milford

February 7, 2019

All The World’s At Milford’s Gym But There Are No Actors

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Gang, if you’re looking to start out the day on a cheery note, you might want to skip today’s strip. Filion is getting comfortably numb when he’s not reciting Hamlet’s soliloquy. And it, of course, is interfering with any basketball action, ay, there’s the rub. Thank God the National High School Athletic Board approved of the make-up schedule after all the snow days, rain days, soap opera distractions, Gil’s hunting trips to Nepal, Mimi’s appointment at the hairdresser,  Kaz’s unused sick days, Dr. Pearl’s annual Teacher Enrichment Seminar Retreat at Mudlark Lake, Dr. Pearl’s Annual Wig-Shedding event, WDIG’s pre-empting Mudlark basketball games to cover ESPN’s Big Monday (“Look at Gil’s hair bob up and down while a Mudlark sets a down screen on the weak side and there’s no help on defense or for  Gil’s hair-FREEZE IT”) , and Luhm’s calling the Orkin man to machine gun all the roaches in the gym. I don’t know, some guy dressed like Mr. Freeze with a long hose attached to a couple of air tanks on his back so he can stage a Holocaust  on all the bugs, couldn’t we slip in a game or two?

ANYWAY, until the end of February, all games, played at 3 per day, including girls’ basketball, should get things caught up, barring Valentine’s Day, nobody’s going to be in the mood to slam dunk a basketball after he or she ate the whole box of Russell Stover Cherry Cremes given by grandma or mom or a girlfriend. Gastronemic considerations and fancies of love flings were taken into consideration when discussing make-up dates. And the girls’ season would end tomorrow at that rate as a 5-game schedule enables us to say sayonara to a season that really never was. I hate to admit it, gang, but I missed not being able to watch Mimi high-five a girl after her Lady mudlarks dismantled a team in 2 panels. Missing those missed memories is killing me.

“Ah haaaaaa, Coach Torp. I FINALLY have you vere I vant you. You vill be mine forever and ever. I vill reign over Gotham City AND Milford.”

“That’s nice, Mr. Freeze. BTW, could you respray the girls stalls? I saw a couple of critters scoot by.”

 

And while I’m exploring all the wonderful possibilities of all the boys games being wrapped up before the Playdowns and/or The Bucket calling it a night, assuming Mr. Freeze nuked all the roaches with cybernetic bug spray (works better than Roach Motel, trust me) , take a look at P1. Geez, it is tearing my heart out to see Filion in Death Valley. At least U2 made an album, “The Joshua Tree”, when they returned to the surface.

But even Filion’s butt appears to be mired in the pits of Hell. It’s times like this I’d rather have Plumber’s Butt. All I need to do is get a longer shirt.

“Why the long Plumber’s Butt?”

“Oh, my dog just died and Santa got ran over by his reindeer. And The Bucket is going to shut down indefinitely after Mr. Freeze stunk out the bathroom when his icer broke down at the same time he devoured that Bucket o’ Tex-Mex Chili w/ Jalapeno Peppers. The EPA will have to give clearance after the Milford
City Department deodorizes everything.  They had to evacuate residents within 2 blocks of the place.”

 

It doesn’t help that Gil is failing as a mental health therapist. Gil, just because you’ve read all those Psychology Today magazines while you were waiting for Mimi in the gynecologist’s office. doesn’t entitle you to spit-shine that Ph.D in Clinical
Psychology with Windex so that it streaks diagonally. I know some of your certificates on the wall have streaked the Norman Cross, but sheesh. Then you press your luck by mounting that Ph.D  next to the railroad-crossing-streaked Real Estate License you earned from the corresponding course at Milford Real Estate Solutions on the computer. Next thing you know, you’ll be using Turtle Wax  on that suitable-for-streaking Dow-Jones-streaked Kentucky Colonel certificate. Buffer it nicely so the streak is spotless when you’re entertaining the guests in your office. We wouldn’t anybody to think you’re a slob.

 

Hello (Hello. Hello)

Is there anybody out there?

Can anybody hear me?

Are we close to tip-off time?

 

Sue me, you whippersnappers, I had to satisfy my Floyd fix. I’m just trying to figure out what the heck to do when I see a teenager dragging his Plumber’s Butt in Gil’s office and Gil makes a sorry-ass attempt at Handy Man. Talk about jack-of-all-trades, master of none. Gil, you can’t use a ball-peen hammer or an Allen wrench on a guy who’s comfortably numb. But leave it to Gil to ignore the advice.

What are the readers supposed to think when it takes a week for Gil to tell Filion to GO SEE A SHRINK????????? We’re almost to Friday and Gil is hem-hawing on this one? What was he thinking, go to the Snap-On Tool man for a 3/8 when the dude makes the rounds every week? That’s right, Gil, head towards the UPS-like truck and ask for a hacksaw when Filion is going schizo. And don’t forget to put a plumbline on his head. He might look funny with this blue streak running down his nose but if that’s the price we pay for psychoanalysis, I’m all for Holistic healing, by dingies. And you might need a Briggs &  Stratton cordless drill when Filion says he’s Napoleon. No need for a strait jacket when all ya gotta do is drill his forehead should he go too far.

Why not read him a bedtime story and let him suck his thumb. Steal Linus’ blanket and give him some security. I read this Dr. Seuss story the other day and it is perfect.

 

Makes no sense at all

There’s no basketball

Said the Cat in the Hat

In the hall

 

Gil Thorp and wife Mimi

Are getting progressively steamy

The rest of us hit The Bucket

For green eggs and fettucini

 

Boy, if that doesn’t put him to sleep in that cot you rolled out in your office and keep him from slashing his wrists in the bargain, Marty Moon didn’t make little green apples in the summertime.

 

 

Stand up (Stand up Stand up)

I think the PALS is working good

That should work for tomorrow’s game

Your shooting won’t be the same

 

There is no pain

You are a wussy

Coming in when

I break down the D

Don’t forget to drink it with tap

Your rebounding will be a snap

Youuuuuuu have become

Comfortably dumb

 

 

Dr. Pearl approaches Gil at the faculty table in the cafeteria

“Gil, I’m a little concerned for Mike. Did you loan him a gym towel? Because he’s over by the Hostess rack rubbing the towel on his head while sucking his thumb.”

Some things are better left in “Snoopy has Rabies, Charlie Brown”.

 

Then there’s P2. Oh my God, either that is a painting between “Death in the Family” and “A Question of Fear” on the Night Gallery or some idiot, while taking a drag from his Marlboro Menthol Lights 400’s and/or sipping his Diet Cherry Mountain Dew knocked over the jar of black paint and good reflexes kept P2 from Filion being afflicted with a blackhead the size of a slaughterball that Clearasil couldn’t dissolve down the garbage disposal. I’m opting for the former.

And you Rush fans (been a 2112 freak like you all) are in for a treat. This plot couldn’t get any more saturnine and since reading “Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs” hasn’t sent him to La La Land (“Gil, you read with such ENTHUSIASM”) and he is STILL in his present funk, it’s only right that I quote from 2112, “Soliloquy” the tune, a one a two,

 

The basketball is still in my eyes

Mouthguard still in my head

I hear you rambling and sadly smile

And lie a while in your bed

 

I wish your speech might come to pass

And fade like all my dreams

 

Thinking of what this team can be

Playing like the ’96 Bulls

But the ‘Larks can’t carry on

Pretend we’ll fight for the Championship

 

Why don’t we end this silly charade

And

Play

Basketballllllllllllll

 

Electric Alex Lifeson solo for several minutes, suddenly Steve Luhm breaks in on Dr. Pearl’s intercom after playing “3 Blind Mice” on the xylophone as an intro

“Attention all you Milford Mudlarks out there, this is the Dictator of the Confederation

We have assumed control

We have assumed control

We have assumed control”

 

Dr. Pearl approaches Gil at the faculty table in the cafeteria

“Gil, I’m a little concerned. I caught Filion with a blanket sucking his thumb with his head buried in the toilet.”

“Wait a minute, what were you doing in the boys’ room?”

“We were short-handed for hallway duty today, remember?”

Ah, well, nobody can’t say I didn’t give Filion the ol’ college try. Better than a trowel from Snap-On Tools.

 

BTW, is Gil wearing kilts in P1? Never mind.

 

P3 is scaring the daylights out of me. What is Gil going to do, give him a shot? Brother, I can see this. Go for it, Gil. Dig that needle the size of a putty gun out of your desk that you left under the spare umpire ball bag, indicator included, in case some dumbass umpire left his at home when doing your games in the Spring, and just plow that needle straight ahead in Filion’s Gluteus Maximus. You may fire when ready, Gridley.

 

Okay (Okay Okay)

You might feel a little prick

But there’ll be no more

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

But you might feel a little sick

 

At the doctor’s office

“How did his cheeks get glued together, Nurse Ratchet?”

“Gil, used the wrong injection again, Doctor.”

 

 

“They’re Rockin’ and Rollin’ here in Mudlarkland!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Filion’s a Diaper Dandy. Boy, he’s awesome, Baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I love Aardvark when he Slam Bam Jams!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And he cleans the glass so well, I’ve put him on my All-Windex Team!!!!!!!!!!!!! Better get a T.O., Coach Andrews, I’m smellin’ a run by Milford!!!!!!!!!!”

“Time out is called out on the floor. This is Mike Patrick along with Dick Vitale, with the score, Milford, 54, Oakwood, 44. We’ll be right back after these messages.”

 

“Do you want to spend a weekend with the kids but still enjoy the finer things that life has to offer? Hi, this is Coach Thorp. I’ve asked the same question myself, especially when I’m with the travel squad.

The Milford Beverage Warehouse has just completed tghe multi-million dollar Budweiser Multi-Purpose Family Playground & Generic Recreation Facility, or Budplex, as we call it around here.

Shoot, you don’t need to go driving around the neighborhood looking for a jungle gym when there’s 10 to hang from right here where you can get your favorite Message in a Bottle. Sipping from a Canadian Mist 750 ml while hanging upside down while kiddies go play hide-and-seek? Ma, plenty of room to hide in this bad boy. And we have Pinkertons to make sure they don’t hide in roped-off areas. Don’t want Jack and Jill clueless around the Boone’s Farm shelf, now, do we?

It’s a blast going down the slide with Keri and Jaime as I satisfy my taste buds with a long-neck bottle of Heineken from a 12-pak. And if you aren’t afraid of heights, you can teeter-totter with your kids guzzling any Smirnoff. Shoot, if you can walk and chew gum at the same time, going up and down with your daughter while keeping every drop in your shot glass oughta be a breeze. Trampolining with the munchkins with your tummy chilled with Michelob Ultra. Buddy, only doing the same thing with the Swedish Bikini Team is better.

Why go down to McDonald’s to their playground when all you’ll be running circles on the merry-go-round forever with just a Happy Meal? Man, that’s no fun. Who wants to get dizzy and puke up a small order of fries? Come on down to Milford Beverage Warehouse where you can get it on with the kids legally and they don’t even card you at the playground. Works for me. Come on down, Milford. Give your kids the thrill of their lives and enjoy a tall boy too. Only at Milford Beverage Warehouse.”

 

“Today’s Black History Month entry is another person dear to my heart, Phil Lynott (LINE-it) . You may not know his name but many of you know his group, Thin Lizzy. Phil is an Irish African-American who really got the ball rolling on the Double Lead Guitar sound which just ABSOLUTELY worked and worked well. It came in handy for his most well-known song, “The Boys Are Back in Town” which has just flat-out been a standard for a lot of scenarios, in particular sports scenarios. Yeah, our Boys are gonna whoop some butt this season cuz they’re back in town.

Phil also sent “Whisky in the Jar” and “Jailbreak” to the charts for good measure and was also noted as a STRONG songwriter (trust me on that one) . Phil broke the mold that African-Americans were confined to R & B, Disco, and Jazz. His kick-ass Rock ‘n’ Roll style has an audience with me. Please join me in saluting a man who has long been overlooked for his talents and his contributions to Rock ‘n’ Roll. RIP, Phil. Ya done good, My Man.

 

Gang, if you’re not comfortably numb, take ‘er away. Give Gil the ride of his life since we’re being taken for one ourselves. Only right.

 

Dr. Pearl approaches Gil at the faculty table in the cafeteria

“Gil, I’m a little concerned. Mike is attached to that blanket while sucking his thumb.”

“Dr. Pearl, you interrupted my Boston Market Meat Loaf and Bucket Fries for THAT??? He’ll grow out of it. What’s the big whoop-de-da????”

“He’s using the other end to wipe.”

2 Comments »

  1. Good call on Phil Lynott, Tdrew. ROCK ON!!
    Gil being the Jack-off of all trades that he is will take Mike down to the nurse and administer ECT treatments. Hope he doesn’t end up like RP McMurphy.

    Comment by Jive Turkey — February 7, 2019 @ 6:17 pm

  2. For good measure:

    Comment by timbuys — February 7, 2019 @ 8:49 pm


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