This Week in Milford

August 21, 2019

Sloppy Seconds for Marjie?

Filed under: Chunky Bracelets, exposition comics, football, Gil Thorp, Marjie Ducey — teenchy @ 7:42 am

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A lot of you TWIMers are a lot closer to your football-playing and coaching days than I, so I’m not going to speculate too much on how accurately Rubin & Whigham portray early season practice. I’m sure there’s a lot of variation in when practices go to full pads, though I often nitpick when I see the Mudlarks wearing what look like full game uniforms in practice. Even if those are last season’s game pants and jerseys and not busting the budget, I don’t recall equipment managers ever putting stripes and decals on helmets until maybe the day before the regular season starts. No reason to get them scratched up in practice, and you can always come up with some BS story about having to “earn” them to motivate the players.

Credit where credit is due for Gil, Kaz and Mark bringing the players in when they think it’s too hot and/or humid. August practices where I grew up were 90/90 affairs almost every day; many if not most of our players worked on farms up to and sometime even after the start of school so heat exhaustion could easily have been a thing. This was also the time when common wisdom was moving away from salt tablets to Gatorstuffs for treating dehydration.

But enough of that: what’s up with with this training table, and why is Marjie invited? She usually just shows up with a notepad while Gil rattles off the names of Rubin’s friends on the roster. “Sloppy joe day” must be code for some unspeakable filth that can’t be called by its real name in a family newspaper.

7 Comments »

  1. “Yesterday’s meat loaf is today’s sloppy joes”

    Comment by nedryerson — August 21, 2019 @ 8:17 am

  2. Even Moon knows to steer clear of “sloppy joe day”…

    Comment by billytheskink — August 21, 2019 @ 8:17 am

  3. The modern way. Is that a shot at me? Why I oughta!! Lunch at school? Whatever. I would think boys would go home and eat. Especially if school is offering sloppy Joes. Back in 45 minutes? How they gonna relax in in that short amount of time. Oh well, they know the drill. I don’t.
    Gil blowing a whistle is the smartest thing out of his mouth all day.

    Comment by Jive Turkey — August 21, 2019 @ 9:28 am

  4. What is it with the musical notes blowing out of Gil’s whistle. A simple solid puff of air will suffice, Thorpiverse. We don’t need “Requiem Mass in D Minor” as performed by the Bavarian Symphony Orchestra.

    Today’s headline in the Milford Enquirer
    “O.J. Fined Several Thousands Of Dollars For Violating Milford Noise Ordinance!!!!!!!!!!!!”
    sub headline
    “Neighbors were conplaining he was playing ‘Die Zauberflote’ several decibels over the tolerance level out of his condo.”

    Comment by tdrewhardin — August 21, 2019 @ 9:38 am

  5. P3 just offers so much possibilities for the Quagmire/Beavis-n-Butthead type sexual innuendo, however, I do gotta’ give Gil credit for reigning in the the practice to protect the players from heat stroke. That’s probably the best coaching he’s done in years. The modern way, my ass though….most of the schools around here practice under the lights, not only because temps are cooler, but also because it is a good simulation of game conditions.

    Comment by franku2016 — August 21, 2019 @ 9:58 am

  6. Someone in the media hesitating to accept free food? I call shenanigans.

    Comment by timbuys — August 21, 2019 @ 11:21 am

  7. Fine lead-in, teenchy.

    Comment by vaganova — August 21, 2019 @ 3:17 pm


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