This Week in Milford

February 22, 2021

Until The Fools Get Wise

Filed under: Gil Thorp, Pointy Fingers, Trainer Rick Scott — nedryerson @ 2:19 pm

Mr. Muench says he’s ready to go, but apparently Trainer Rick Scott needs to sign off on this before Gil makes a decision. Sorry, Tom, but you don’t have a gold watch so your opinion is not part of the decision process.

Trainer Rick Scott reads lots of William Blake between appearances so he has a quote ready to go to override Tom Muench in a cryptic fashion. Then Gil gets to show off his education by identifying the source of the quote. They’ve probably been using this schtick since the fifties, or since whenever Captain Picard fell through the wormhole which led to him becoming an athletic trainer for a high school’s sports program. Who are you kidding, Gil? You’re more likely to quote Robert Blake than William Blake and that’s the name of that tune.

Heck, I’d rather binge watch Baretta myself than dive into this stuff:

“Proverbs of Hell”:

In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead. The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity. He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence. The cut worm forgives the plow. Dip him in the river who loves water. A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees. He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star. Eternity is in love with the productions of time. The busy bee has no time for sorrow. The hours of folly are measur’d by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure. All wholsom food is caught without a net or a trap. Bring out number weight & measure in a year of dearth. No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings. A dead body, revenges not injuries. The most sublime act is to set another before you. If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise. Folly is the cloke of knavery. Shame is Prides cloke. ~ Prisons are built with stones of Law, Brothels with bricks of Religion. The pride of the peacock is the glory of God. The lust of the goat is the bounty of God. The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God. The nakedness of woman is the work of God. Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps. The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the    destructive sword, are portions of eternity too great for the eye of man. The fox condemns the trap, not himself. Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth. Let man wear the fell of the lion, woman the fleece of the sheep. The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship. The selfish smiling fool, & the sullen frowning fool, shall be both thought wise, that    they may be a rod. What is now proved was once, only imagin’d. The rat, the mouse, the fox, the rabbit: watch the roots; the lion, the tyger, the horse,    the elephant, watch the fruits. The cistern contains; the fountain overflows. One thought, fills immensity. Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you. Every thing possible to be believ’d is an image of truth. The eagle never lost so much time, as when he submitted to learn of the crow. ~ The fox provides for himself, but God provides for the lion. Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night. He who has suffer’d you to impose on him knows you. As the plow follows words, so God rewards prayers. The tygers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction. Expect poison from the standing water. You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough. Listen to the fools reproach! it is a kingly title! The eyes of fire, the nostrils of air, the mouth of water, the beard of earth. The weak in courage is strong in cunning. The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse,    how he shall take his prey. The thankful reciever bears a plentiful harvest. If others had not been foolish, we should be so. The soul of sweet delight, can never be defil’d. When thou seest an Eagle, thou seest a portion of Genius, lift up thy head! As the catterpiller chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest    lays his curse on the fairest joys. To create a little flower is the labour of ages. Damn, braces: Bless relaxes. The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest. Prayers plow not! Praises reap not! Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not! ~ The head Sublime, the heart Pathos, the genitals Beauty, the hands &    feet Proportion. As the air to a bird of the sea to a fish, so is contempt to the contemptible. The crow wish’d every thing was black, the owl, that every thing was white. Exuberance is Beauty. If the lion was advised by the fox, he would be cunning. Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement,    are roads of Genius. Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires. Where man is not nature is barren. Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be believ’d. Enough! or Too much!

Here’s a song by Felt that popped into my head. Maybe Lawrence, the enigmatic singer and lyricist was thinking about Blake, or maybe not. I think he was more into Rimbaud (and smack).


  1. P 2: “..huh?…I don’t even know what the fuck that means, so speak English, pops….can I play or not?…” and since when does the coach hover over a kid in the training room? During an injury in a game maybe, but not in the training room…if his injury was really that bad, he would be under the care of a real doctor, who would actually determine his playing status. This old boozer with his asinine little quotes wouldn’t be making such decisions.

    Comment by franku2016 — February 22, 2021 @ 3:11 pm

  2. Mind like parachute-only function when open. That’s Charlie Chan , Gil. You brain dead bastard! Now go home and get your fuckn shine box! And tell your bitch to come mere!

    Comment by Jive Turkey — February 22, 2021 @ 6:58 pm

  3. I’d like to know what magically appeared on Picard’s right wrist in P2.

    Comment by MopMan — February 22, 2021 @ 7:22 pm

  4. I “beleive” the hand with the sleeve in Panel 2 belongs to Steve Boone, still trying to find his way out of the corn field.

    Comment by Downpuppy (I, me, mine) (@Downpuppy) — February 22, 2021 @ 8:10 pm

  5. His missing arm! That’s where it went!

    Comment by MopMan — February 22, 2021 @ 8:13 pm

  6. Excellent post today, Ned. I learned a lot, My Friend.

    Frank, you’ll love this one. I highly respect Paul Westhead as he is currently the only coach to have won Rings in the NBA(Lakers, 1980) and the WNBA(Phoenix Mercury, 2007). He was also a brilliant Shakespeare scholar.
    That said, shortly before he got fired from the Lakers, he was in the huddle diagramming a play and no sooner does the huddle break and they head out on the floor does Westhead pull Magic Johnson to the side and say
    “If it were done when ’tis done, then ’twere well it were done quickly.”

    Say what?

    Coach, you want me to get the ball low to Kareem for the winning shot?

    Apparently, Macbeth got lost in the translation.

    Comment by tdrewhardin — February 22, 2021 @ 10:22 pm

  7. Whoa there, incorrect. How about Bill Laimbeer? Two NBA titles with the Pistons and 3 with the Detroit Shock. I’m pretty sure he didn’t go around quoting Shakespeare though.

    Comment by MopMan — February 22, 2021 @ 10:36 pm

  8. Oh wait, you were saying the only person to coach to both titles. Oops, Laimbeer had NBA as a player and WNBA as a coach. Never mind.

    Comment by MopMan — February 22, 2021 @ 10:37 pm

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