P1: Carrie Hobson is kinda terrible at pitching except when she’s thinking about boys. Noted. I’m not gonna get my hopes too high for this season’s softball plot.
P2: I recognize the Chief has little room to work with when it comes to making the various characters distinctive, but I find Rackley’s hair even more improbable than Dafne Dafonte’s or Aaron Aagard’s. (What is with the alliterative names in Milford? It wasn’t that long ago that we had Wynn and Wendy Wiley…)
P3: I hadn’t realized obnoxious was a shot putter stereotype. Again, noted.
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:
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.
Today the high-rolling Milford School Board veep gets a mashup name from the famed comic and cartoon character and the famed pro wrestling heel manager but one that yields no Google results on its own. He looks like a slightly paunchy version of Gil, and the trifecta of head bobble, exploding eye and freak hand (missing an amputated sixth digit between index and middle fingers) make him right at home in Milford.
He’s clearly capable of picking up a phone and calling Dr. Pearl who, with that broken right wrist of hers, may have had to put him on speaker. The good doctor relays his message to Ms. Rizk, who replies with a deft pop culture/product placement zinger of her own. She may not be much of a journalist, but she knows where she stayed last night.
A couple of cameos to report: the Funkyverse’s Les Moore joins the Milford faculty after having his face slapped for being such a pretentious douche, and an off-camera cameo by Rex Morgan, MD‘s daughter Sarah, who obviously hand-lettered Dr. Pearl’s name plate.
Dafne Dafonte is a shoo-in for the Milford Hall of Name.
I have to wonder if sharing details of your ‘killer story’ with someone tied into the Milford administration is sound journalistic practice. Then again, looking at Mimi’s meathook in panel two, I would do my best to keep her on my side…
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!
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.