Panel three – for the win.
The Winter Blast in Central City is known for nothing if not its signature Hot Cider served in collectable, stackable cups! Buy a half dozen for your party, stack em’ up and zipline past the main stage where Snowplow Jones & The Black Ice are playing…
Oops, forgot about the Central City Cretins! They hate stackable cups and anybody who stacks ’em. This place needs a hero. Where is Herk The Mauler when we need him to clean house?
“Hey, fellas? Game over here.” – Central’s illegal #7’s thought balloon, if he had one
Time’s really flying in the Thorpiverse now, as the last eight strips have covered almost three weeks. I’m gonna assume the “almost two weeks” refers to time elapsed since the Milford Star ran the Kenzie article, not to some unspoken pregnancy scare.
Well, let’s get these seasons over with. Ball and stick games wait for no one.
Musical inspiration for today: one of my favorite songs of all time, which I can’t be brought to parody (and besides I did the “Old Man Kensey” riff already this season). FF to 1:20 if you don’t speak Dutch.
Time flies in this strip when Rubin wants it to. Marcie was a good head shorter than Kenzie
a week ago yesterday and now she’s almost the same height sitting down? Long torso, short legs I guess, or else she’s taking the same meds Maxwell Bacon takes to shape-shift when he’s around Kenzie.
Speaking of Bacon: is Kenzie having the little eyeball explosion because she’s gonna have to admit that her boyfriend suggested the underhand free throws? Maybe there’s a USA Rugby prohibition against dating or something. Or is it that she’s nervous about exposing the fact that Mimi Thorp hasn’t coached her a bit this season beyond showing her YouTube clips? If that’s the case, no big deal: Everyone in Milford already knows the Thorps get others to do their coaching for free.
I like the split second panel.
I am, however, a bit concerned that when the Jefferson player apparently attempted a bicycle kick on Kenzie, the call was charging. As pointed out by regular commenter Vaganova, Kenzie is the master of the subtle jab as she has administered an eyeball exploding chop to the back of her assailant’s head but wasn’t called for a foul.
Then again, attempted bicycle kick…. you just don’t see too many of those on the hardwood.
So, Ken’s halo yesterday has now coalesced into a small ocular outburst. Or, as we call it around here, Exploding Eyeball Syndrome. It’s catchy too as Maxwell seems to have a case of it in panel two.
I am somewhat disappointed that we get a ‘hold on’ rather than an ‘ease up’ out of (possibly, probably) Bobby Howry. I don’t think we’ve seen much of Bobby dissin’ Kenzie (that I believe was mostly coming from some guy named Tracy) and Ken had previously been shown to be sympathetic, so I suppose this is a sincere, if goofy, gesture by Bobby.
Negative Bonus Points: Did we really need two panels of Ken asking seriously?
Love is kinda crazy with a spooky
little girl like you
Okay, everyone who thought Kenzie blew Maxwell off earlier because she wasn’t interested in going out with guys, raise your hands. Now put them down – you look silly. Turns out Kenzie’s formidable size and feats of muscularity have been intimidating not only her rugby and basketball opponents but also potential dates. I expect we’ll hear more about this next week, so let’s get cozy at the Coffee Cantina and order another round.
From the Tiny Details Dept.: chunky-braceleted person with that ’70’s hair toasts the awkward couple while tablet reader in plaid needs to get his eyes checked. Not sure what the poster above Kenzie’s right hand in P3 is about: the CC getting into the branded beverages biz perhaps?
Musical selection inspired by today’s strip:
(bet y’all thought I’d post the R.E.M. cover, dint’ja?)
In case you needed to be reminded, Maxwell Bacon had proffered an invitation to Kenzie Hanley to go out on a date. The first time around, it was witnessed by a rack of basketballs. Now, the second time around, we know for sure that it happened because it caused Kenzie’s eyeball to explode, whereupon she dropped the basketball and made an awkward exit. Ouch! I like to pretend that Kenzie also did one of those awkward exits where she tried to pull on the door instead of push or pushed furiously on the top of the door and not down where you need to push to unlatch it, all the while muttering and nervously smiling at dumbfounded Bacon.
The simplest explanation is that Kenzie was caught off guard and not comfortable with dating and/or just not that into Bacon. We don’t actually have time for anything more complicated, do we?