This plot has gone on so long that everyone’s back in long sleeves again! At least it’s more appropriate than showing up to a funeral service in softball uniforms. Of course it’s still a funeral – Del’s – and the baseball Mudlarks aren’t here to offer anyone any moral support so much as they’re here to satisfy their collective morbid curiosity.
Mighty magnanimous of Rubin to bestow a first name on Mother Bader at this late date in the arc. Has the finally fully named Sandra Bader actually stepped away? She still looks trapped within the courtroom pews to me. Speaking of trapped: stay tuned for a week of courtroom exposition leading up to a Labor Day weekend in which someone (anyone?) learns some kind of lesson.
If we’re stuck with courtroom drama for another week, might as well start it off with a laugh. This skit is still memorable for me, if only for the moment when the late Jan Hooks states her occupation.
“Hey, let’s heap physical and verbal abuse on the kid who had nothing to do with his father’s accident, then shun him, then repeat the entire cycle again and again, then act all pissy because the kid doesn’t want to be around us so we can repeat the cycle yet again.”
OMG RUBIN WILL YOU STOP THIS CRAP ALREADY
Oh well. At least it’s much better than “Cats.”
PS: Recycled art tag for True Standish’s hair on Art Standish’s head and (possibly) for Kaz’s big-ass 1998 Nokia 5110.
Barry may be going through a lot of heavy stuff these days but god help him if Gil has to forfeit and miss the playdowns because it is a law of nature that you can have two and only two players eligible to play second base.
Lest you thought it was only baseball that was lingering into August, here is some softball “action”. Are there any stakes to this game? We don’t know but good ol’ Leisl Ishii might be about to lift some fog. All of Milford has been shrouded in this mysterious haze for weeks and the all the clocks have stopped. Maybe Leisl’s derring-do will set things straight and return order. Or not.
The most interesting thing about today’s strip just might be Whigham’s delicate rendering of that kid’s peachfuzz in panel one.
Meanwhile, True is sensitive, because he has feelings, which is what Boo would’ve wanted, but nothing matters as it’s all random, or something…
Then again, when was the last time anyone put gloves in a glovebox? Why do we park in a driveway and drive in a parkway?
I think we’ve all heard enough at this point.
There goes Ken talking about how “our friend died” again. Did we ever see him interact with Boo at any point prior to her death?
Never thought I’d get to use the “Bare Midriffs” tag but there ya go. Neither did I think we’d need an “Exploding Ear Wax Syndrome” tag. Darth Bader appears to be pulling his shirt down over said bare midriff, but the clenched fist and angle of his right hand (not to mention “the same old jerk”) suggest his other, less appealing nickname. He coulrd, of course, be getting ready to call Ken a wanker.
As Master Bader frames the picture, magically changing into a clerical collar, we await his shifting the blame from his father to technology, or the lack thereof.
‘Cause we’ve gone from a BANG! to a BAM!
I’m not gonna play lawyer here and rehash any of the details of Del Bader’s first DUI or the accident that killed Boo Radley. I’ll just say that anything Ken Brown says or does to Barry Bader should go straight from Barry’s lips to Del’s stupid lawyer’s ears…
… that is, once Barry picks his lips up off the floor and gets them sewn back onto his face. It’s fixin’ to be on like Donkey Kong in the Milford locker room; it only remains to be seen who will step in and break up the melee: Gil (yeah, right), Kaz (even money) or (Specialiest Snowflake) True (possibly endangering his post-Milford sports career in the process).
Me, I’m pulling for Barry getting Hang ’em Hiatt recused from Del’s case, if only to add a new wrinkle to this slog.