I wrote the title of this post thinking I had another song parody in me, but truly this arc isn’t worthy of another. Still I think it sums up what a lot of us have thought about this shipwreck.
A week or so ago some friends and I were discussing the first black player for the Washington Senators, Carlos Paula. Paula was a good-hit, no-field outfielder who was painted with an awful lot of stereotypes in 1950s Washington. In a way, the spring/summer Gil Thorp story arc has reminded me of Paula: good artwork, poor storytelling, and painted with an awful lot of stereotypes.
Are any of you as gobsmacked as I am about
Jerry Lewis’ Barry’s desire to install a littlefreelibrary in his front yard? Does he really believe this will serve as his own version of a Boo Radley Memorial, not realizing that it will only serve as a constant reminder to his mother of the incident that killed an innocent* girl and took her husband away for eight to twelve years? Of course, maybe the For Sale sign will be going up on Schloss Bader next week, making the question moot. Maybe this is meant to cement in the readers’ minds that Barry learned absolutely nothing over the last six months in real time, and that any speculation that his clueless braggadocio was some kind of a coping mechanism was just that – speculation.
What was the lesson here? Did anyone really learn anything? I’d venture that the only lesson learned was by Del: “Don’t drink and drive, but if you do and you get caught, it pays to shop around for a defense attorney.”
Hopefully this is the last we see of Truman (True) Standish, who went from being the star quarterback who led Milford to its first state football championship to the sun around which everything and everybody in the Milford universe revolves. As pointed out in yesterday’s comments, Wake Forest didn’t exactly light up the scoreboard against Tulane Thursday night, so there’s a good chance he can crack the starting lineup before season’s end. If he continues down the path Rubin created for him, he’ll probably get HB2 overturned, the voting districts ungerrymandered, and end the debate over Eastern-style and Lexington-style barbecue.
I wish I had more to say today; I’ve certainly had plenty of time to mull it over. Maybe it’s time for one of my fellow bloggers to take over the Saturday spot, as they may be better closers than I. I should still get coffee, though.
Anyway, enjoy this clip of the inspiration for today’s post title. Hope to see y’all on the gridiron on Monday.
*Even more innocent when the talking on a phone while driving panel was edited out in some media.