This Week in Milford

April 11, 2020

Counting the Outs Until Gil and Kaz Can Pound That Budweiser!

Filed under: actual action, baseball, Gil Thorp — teenchy @ 11:42 am


Two pitches, two hits, one run. The Mudlarks are jumping on those Tigers early. The recently paroled released awakened from hibernation Marty Moon bares his teeth in anticipation of a Milford bloodbath.

But wait, what’s this? The Mayor checks his swing and draws a walk while the home plate ump farts out his call! The Tiger pitcher must’ve settled down and Gil’s instructed his players to make him work through his at-bats and run up the pitch count.

This is one helluva Saturday cliffhanger, TWIMers. This has us on tenterhooks hookier than how the MHS valedictorian battle will shake out and more tentery than whether Chet Ballard would lose more than his seat on the school board.

Today’s post title is a tribute to Joe Schultz, the only manager the Seattle Pilots ever had, one of the main characters in Jim Bouton’s expose, Ball Four, and whose coaching advice was on par with Gil Thorp’s.


  1. Agree. This is truly boring af but at least it’s sports action and not something like Teddy Demarco bein a Whiny bitch about someone who did not notice something that happened to someone years ago

    Comment by franku2016 — April 11, 2020 @ 12:05 pm

  2. There’s a panel missing between 1 and 2, the one in which the grounder bounds off the heel of the Thibodaux fielder’s glove and hits him in the face.

    Comment by vaganova — April 11, 2020 @ 12:21 pm

  3. Nice! I saw the title of today’s post and wondered if it had a Ball Four reference.
    From my memory of that book the coach gave an after game pep talk every day and always ended it with “get out there and pound those Budweisers”.
    I really loved that book when I read it in high school, so much so that I later called my college roommate “Rooms” just like Fritz Peterson would call Bouton (yes, that same Fritz Peterson who later ended up in the famous wife-swapping).

    Comment by Moon Mullins — April 11, 2020 @ 5:59 pm

  4. Marty Moon with an orange slice caught on his lip and the umpire calling balls and strikes from his butt. The umpire manual says that you call it “ball” even if it’s obviously out of the strike zone, you don’t just say nothing. Does he need Ex-Lax to enforce the concept?

    Teenchy, looks like this plot will be on Classic TV on Nick at Nite in the near future, right before Donna Reed.

    Comment by tdrewhardin — April 12, 2020 @ 9:49 am

  5. That drawing of home plate is… interesting. As is the angle of the backstop.

    Comment by timbuys — April 12, 2020 @ 3:39 pm

  6. Teenchy, THAT’S why this plot is getting off on the wrong foot. It needs Gil to play “Classical Gas” in his office off his boom box while he’s teaching The Mayor how to bunt. Hey, it beat the Yankees as the Pilot video proved.
    Man, I deserve a raise.

    Comment by tdrewhardin — April 12, 2020 @ 7:07 pm

  7. […] been bulking up on what look like pickles^ so he should be ready to pound that Budweiser some welchers, including the John Daly clone and… uh… the… tennis betting girl? […]

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  8. […] A meaningless win, some platitudes for the next two days, a lame joke on Saturday, and then time to pound that Budweiser hit the old batting cage. Wonder if Pranit will ever collect on the gambling debts owed him. Guess […]

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