Aaron Aagard went to Kill The Noise where he hooked up with Molly (whatever that means) and grooved away Saturday night, producing this eye popping panel of freaky kids all enraptured with Kill The Noise. What is to the extreme left of the panel in the foreground? A face? Some other body part attached to a strand of hair? Señor Wences?
And then on Monday…we’re right back where we were last week! Mike and Ken are still building their case, dithering away about what to do. Wait, was that Gil? Was he coaching? Do you think he might get a clue about Aaron’s deficits in attention and energy? It’s still January, so we should probably wash, rinse, repeat a few more time before we expect significant action from Gil.
Taken out of context, today’s strip would present the unacquainted reader with a nonsensical succession of words. Even with context, today’s strip is a little jumpy. Are we on the verge of an antic, manic madcap jaunt through the world of underage raving as only Gil Thorp can capture it?
Because that would suggest in-game coaching and that ain’t Gil’s bag…
Panel one: Good thing there isn’t a coach or anybody in that other seat next to AAAA. Nope, just put the low energy guy next the shaggy haired teen doing his best impression of the personification of ennui.
Panel two: I admit that I had to check whether Julius Funchess is a Key and Peele reference. The character design certainly is suggestive of Keegan-Michael Key.
Panel three: I also admit that I don’t have a joke for this one. Enjoy your day in the sun, Mike Granger!
Marty be like…
So our astute commentariat know what a draw is and also recognize how obvious a choice it is as a counter to a team with blitzing tendencies. Seriously, you guys have been all over it, stripping most of the meat off that bone.
So, I guess now we move on to dissecting the action as described in Shuford’s run. The kindest criticism I can level at it is that two panels are not nearly enough to show me how all this action unfolded without questioning the fundamental logic of geometry and defensive fundamentals. Also, if Austin Shuford was that much of an elusive open field runner, why hasn’t he been more involved in the offense?
Have at it folks.
Yeah I got plenty of playing time Friday – been out in the dark almost every day with the sun going down and a truckload of parcels. But back to the story. Trainer Rick leaked Heathers non-injury to Gil, and he will now punish her for this malfeasance by throwing her to the wolves, or whoever theyre playing Friday. Is he teaching her a lesson in integrity or just telling her – if you cant be one of the regular players, then you cant be on the team. No more special treatment Missy.
Looks like HE the TE is still several steps ahead of the Milford coaching staff and she’s taking it upon herself to exit the game. That’s just swell.
Panel 1 has one of those M.C. Escher like illusions where Trainer Rick Scott is next to Heather from the waist up but behind her from the waist down. In Panel 2, Trainer Rick Scott is at his Jean Luc Picard-iest. Dr. Pearl, here’s my completed retirement packet. Make it so!
Happy Thanksgiving everybody. Stay safe.
The Secret Pelwecki’s Other Ball just dropped from the arm of the Oakwood running back, giving the Mudlarks’ sputtering offense a shot at getting back in the game. Leading with his head helped Kevin jar the ball loose, but I’m sure that’s not the way Gil wants to see his quarterback use his head.
Speaking of quarterbacks, new assistant trainer Heather Burns has her own opinions about Milford’s. Could it be that the mediocre soccer player doesn’t want to use Rick Scott to sidle her way to becoming the Mudlarks’ placekicker, but to become their quarterbacks coach? Wasn’t one Bobby Howry enough this decade? Or could it be that she actually wants to become the quarterback herself? By the way, whatever happened to Jarrod Hale?
Pantheon of Hair Dept.: That bowl cut with the keyhole bangs that Whigham is so fond of drawing and that would not look out of place in an Our Gang Comedy.