Central City has been notoriously bad to Milfordians over the years, and it looks like it’s going to be so again in the near future. How do they know Van Auken there? Did he play for Central in the past (and, if he did, wouldn’t Gil and Kaz already be familiar with his work)? That’s unclear from this exchange, but these young ladies know of him there. What’s also unclear is how they plan to “welcome” Ryan back
. Apropos of nothing, I watched Bull Durham last night for the first time in years, so my mind runs to locker room hijinks, garter belts and poetry readings. However, knowing this strip there’ll be mocking from the bleachers, probably involving people dressed up like hurricanes (the meteorological event, not the beverage) and a sign man or two. Meanwhile back in Milford…
… we’ve not yet been treated to a Mouseketeer Roll Call for the Lady Mudlarks*, but it would appear that their catcher is Le Pétomane. Even the home plate umpire is rendered speechless by the Milford catcher’s talking hind parts. It only seems fitting that Mimi’s minions are playing host to a team from the land of the noble gases. Clearly they’re not in Kansas anymore. Tune in on Monday when Carrie Hobson lobs a few smoke grenades of her own across the plate.
*And we seldom are, cf. the boys’ teams.
Reading yesterday’s strip left me scratching my head. I wasn’t sure if Dafne Dafuq was trolling Carrie Hobson by tagging her the “star pitcher” or simply trying to boost her ego. After all, Carrie’s track record isn’t much to get excited about, so why not get her excited about a track athlete? Because nobody gets excited about track in Milford – nobody.
Carrie knows the score and isn’t afraid to admit it. In so doing she hips us to the fact that the late Boo Radley was a junior last season
– a fact I don’t think Rubin hipped us to before. (Thanks billytheskink for the confirmation; I hadn’t had my coffee yet this morning when I posted.) Dafuq then seizes the opportunity to further troll Carrie by calling her by Boo’s nickname for True. I think we’ve got a real shit-stirrer in the making here, on the diamond or off.
BTW, have we learned Double D’s position yet? Between those Ernie Lombardi mitts of hers and her penchant for needling people, she seems a natural behind the plate.
Today’s post title inspiration:
Cute boys are all the girls can think about, amirite fellas? Ha Ha!
Bonus point: That is the most pronounced case of EES I have yet seen and somehow Carrie’s face seems (relatively speaking) OK in panel three.
Leaving panels one and three to the side (which I suppose they literally are already so …), let’s talk about panel two.
The “Fake News” may be the most topical that this strip has ever been. Although this blog has occasionally brushed upon politics, I never expected to see the strip implicitly go political. I have to admit this has me genuinely intrigued in contrast to the ‘another Milford male athlete is a jerk’ arc which holds almost no interest for me.
It’s spring time and Gil Thorp followers’ fancy turns to…high school journalism. We haven’t had a story involving the Milford Trumpet in a while. I guess Mr. Koteskey has moved on and now would be Woodwards and Bernsteins are being guided by Ms. Rizk. They really take journalism seriously these days at the Trumpet! Accessing public records through Freedom Of Information Act requests? That’s some hardcore reportage. I think our new protagonist, Dafne (yeah, Dafne) is poised to take the media world by storm.
Now Dafne is off for an appointment with Mimi Thorp. Is it an interview for the paper? What is Mimi hiding and how far will Dafne go to find out? Maybe Dafne just needs to jot down the names of the Milford softball team’s starters as Mimi rattles them off. That’s real journalism!
Yesterday we finally found out what Gil’s been feeding Aaron – Purina Rat Chow. Today Gildeaux, the one-man crisis intervention squad, keeps moving the chains forward.* But to get to the goal of a healthy life for young Aaron, he seems determined to drive through the red zone of breaking up the Aagard nuclear family.
What next then for Aaron? Does he become the Thorps’ replacement child? Does Gil have a seven-day plan for him? Does this arc drag out into baseball season? Let’s hope not!
Show of hands: How many of you looked at P2 – especially the B&W version – and thought Tina Aagard was looking through her glasses through her hair a la Cousin Itt? Thought so.
*Yeah, I know football metaphor, so sue me.
Well gang, its back to black and white for the moment as I cant copy the Seattle Times strip for some odd reason. Sorry – I know you all miss that blue hair!
So Aaron finds Ma’s pills in her hiding place and reveals her to be a pathological liar as well as a drug abuser. I suppose the pills maybe help her to stay awake for long hours or whatever, but still no excuse to sacrifice that for her sons well-being.
Of course, she could ask Gil the same question in a way – his idea of coaching is to let someone else do all the work for free until the shit finally hits the fan, then he hastily cleans up all the months-old stench left behind from his own neglect of his team(s).
Again we waste all winter with this one issue and the girls team has been left invisible with nary a Hadley V. Baxendale around to stir up some more interesting trouble.
Finally – why does Mom need her glasses on her head sitting at home? Cant anyone in this strip who wears glasses wear them ON THEIR FACE?? Only exception is of course Marjie Ducey; but everyone else feels the need to show off their frames as a head ornament.
Good grief, now Rubin’s really phoning it in. So tempted to do the same but you all have been pretty kind to me since my return so, gentle readers, I must make the effort. I do appreciate the rabbit hole of old candy bar ads yesterday. I don’t remember Chocolatey Pay Days very well, but Pay Days themselves were pretty popular where I grew up. Then again I grew up in a part of the country where people were wont to throw salted peanuts in a bottle of Coke or Pepsi so there’s that.
It would be nice if “marginally adequate” was defined, especially given that no other Mudlark’s stats have been mentioned. It would be “marginally adequate” to tell us who Milford’s opponents were and the game result, but I guess if your only goal is to show us that a couple of nosy parker players have turned their coach into a nosy parker then, hey, mission accomplished. Also, mighty nice of Gil and Mimi to leave the house to get their drink on once in a while. No probs hiding a flask in the jacket pocket to sneak into the Coffee Cantina.
My highlight of the day: back dimples on raver at P1, lower left. She’s gone all Mardi Gras in her party bra on us. Laissez les bons temps rouler!