This Week in Milford

August 25, 2015

I Honestly Don’t Know If The Proper Style Is To Spell Out The #

Filed under: Chunky Bracelets, freak hands, What the hell is going on here? — timbuys @ 12:29 pm

August 25, 2015

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Panel One: True, buddy, pretty sure you could’ve left your phone off for a few minutes more to take a shower after practice….

Panel Two: Sedrick’s sunglasses must not have nose pieces. In fact, the overall profile of his forehead is a bit off. Good to see chunky bracelets are de rigeur at the Communal Pool as they are at The Bucket.

Panel Three: And, Boo has been reduced to a background character. I know at least one of our commentators who will be very unhappy about this. I am unfortunately unable to parse just what exactly is meant by the last bit there. True is going to Oregon too? True has inspired Rodney to be ‘true’ to himself and go to that college athletics backwater in Eugene?

August 21, 2015

I Agree: This IS Nuts

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Boy, times have sure changed. I went to undergrad at a big D-1 state school football factory where jocks were lauded. I met a guy who won the Heisman and knew a couple of guys on a first-name basis who ended up with NFL careers. I also knew guys who walked on to the team but quit because playing interfered with their MCAT prep. What’s the point of my name-dropping ramble? Even in a jockocracy, I don’t recall students asking for autographs from players, much less from prospects who haven’t even signed letters of intent. This whole summer arc has felt like some kind of Take That fever dream to me.

Other highlights: Rodney Curtis needs to practice on his jazz hands (and baguette fingers), and Sedrick Roy needs to sign with some big program if only to get his dad out of that PT Cruiser and into some new wheels. Hopefully these boys are now off to score some unofficial barbecue. Maybe after doing Fort Worth, they’ll hit the road for a cross-country football and ‘cue tour. Road trip to Big Ed’s?

August 19, 2015

Jarrodd Hale Must Just Be Burning Up

Filed under: Boredom in Milford, freak hands — timbuys @ 8:03 am

August 19, 2015

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So, True drops in for a tourney and presumably shows just how great he is before jetting off to Los Angeles where he immediately gets to the heart of the matter. All of these adults, even dear old dad, are simply trying to use True to further their own goals and dreams. Shocker! We certainly haven’t trod this ground previously in this story. Maybe True could mosey on down to SoCal and further expand on this notion. Hey, shouldn’t actual school be coming up soon?

Bonus point: I am guessing that Max and True’s team is not sponsored by any sort of local barber shop nor salon.

August 15, 2015

Well, 16.666666666666667% Easier, But Who’s Counting?

Filed under: football, freak hands, Gil Thorp, Milford Idiots — teenchy @ 5:29 pm

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Beyond Rodney showing off his capacity for rounding decimals, what else in this cozy scene is advancing the plot?  I’m focused on the symbolism in these three panels.

Panel 1: Dandy Don had this one called years ago. High school stardom for these guys is coming to an end no matter what.

Panel 2: If True doesn’t make a decision before long, he’s gonna end up being a bottom bunk guy for the next four years if not longer.

Panel 3: Look at that night sky. I think it’s beckoning True to follow Mr. Bakst to South Carolina. Can you imagine the Ol’ Ball Coach making a cameo in Gil Thorp? Love him or loathe him (and I freely admit I’m in the latter camp) you gotta admit he’d liven things up a bit.

August 8, 2015

From Chemistry Wonks to Free Radicals

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On and on we go with Mary True deriding the entire college football recruiting process while reaping its fruits (and vegetables and meats and dairy and so forth…). Now it’s time to talk to his sweetie.

“Camp Radical. Isn’t that where the Badgers play?

“Yup. Just a 6- or 7-hour drive from Milford.”

“Free gear, huh? Can you get me some shoes?”

“This ain’t Tallahassee. Besides, even the biggest lineman here doesn’t wear anything close to those Bob Laniers of yours.”

“Okay then. Maybe you can stop in Baraboo on the way back?”

Next week: True sings the praises of Uber after a recruiter gives him a car.

August 3, 2015

You’d Think One Of These Hangers On Would Have Given Him A Nicer Cell Phone

Filed under: freak hands, Milford Idiots, Pantheon of Mysterious Objects — timbuys @ 11:34 pm

August 4, 2015

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Not even going to guess what model of phone Rodney’s supposed to be talking into there in Panel One, but I do like the dumbbell illustration with copious annotations over his right shoulder.

Panel Two is easy to get lost in if you’ve been up for long enough and/or are under the influence of over the counter cold medications. Between the bent car with the wavy C-pillar that True isn’t quite leaning up against and the shadowy figures in the background doing…. doing…. some sort of football thing but it sure doesn’t look like a football, I can’t be sure what we’re supposed to get from that illustration.

Panel Three fails to clear things up by inexplicably taking us to Fort Worth for the very important task of illustrating for the superannuated amongst us how the kids are destroying the language these days. Were I feeling more generous, I’d award a bonus point for the carefully drawn emoji.

July 28, 2015

Be Done With It

Filed under: Boredom in Milford, freak hands — timbuys @ 11:48 pm

July 29, 2015 

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All further commentary is hereby suspended until somebody can confirm that the freakiest of all freak hands, as featured in panel one, has been confirmed as captured. That is all.

Bonus Point: True is sure going to be in for one heck of a shock when he gets out of insurance salesman school only to learn it’s all about being rated – by adults no less! Fortunately for him, I’m sure with his State Championship, he’ll do just fine in either this tank town or another one nearby.

Any Way For An Adult To Earn A Living

Filed under: freak hands, Milford Idiots — timbuys @ 12:19 am

July 28, 2015

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Panel One: Nope, not gonna google it, you can’t make me. Probably Not Safe For Sanity (NSFS) anyway.

Panel Two: No, that’s an orange. Try to keep up, True. I think you may have knocked the State Championship trophy into the tapioca.

Panel Three: Yep, just the usual chatter you’d hear around the lunch table at Potentially Past Pro football throwing camp.

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