Less than an hour away from where I sit and compose this blog post, the final day of the 123rd Penn Relays will be kicking off in a few minutes. The Penn Relays are only the oldest and largest track and field event in the US; tens of thousands of people are typically in attendance. All that notwithstanding the Penn Relays are only the second-most hyped sports-related event happening in Philadelphia this week.
It’s not enough that Rubin has had this spring’s female protagonist insulting track and field athletes the past two days; now he suggests that not even those who participate in track and field enjoy watching track and field. (Lemme guess, Neal: were you always getting lapped during P.E. in high school?) Maybe this just serves to make Dafuq a less sympathetic character, another in a long line of cocky, self-important Mudlarks who will end up knocked down a peg or two by the time their seasons end.
QotD: Is “Jimmy Caruso” the shot putter’s name or another euphemism for “The Beaver”?
I finally get around to doing this after a busy day and what do I see but one panel reviewing yesterdays strip, one panel making a lame one-liner I learned from a co-worker 20 years ago, and one panel making 3 (three!) more lame weak remarks effecting blowing a day in the life of the strip without advancing the plot ONE FREAKIN BIT!!!!
Just when I was getting a wee bit excited about the new plot; we get stuck in the mud after 1 lap. And none of the lines was the least bit funny. If I talked to girls like that in high school I’d get stuffed in a locker for 4 years and not released until graduation day. ( Hey, that was better then anything they said)
Boy if we have to put up with panels about track and field jokes til July I may have to go on strike again, but at least this time I’ll have a supply of these magazines to keep me busy …
Well I guess this is an improvement over the last storyline; cute girls having a discussion of roping in a stud on the track team and figuring out how to lure him in when the one who is truly interested isnt the one that needs to do the roping. Whatever.
Gary Meola looks like a surfer dude from his pic on this site, but his day job is as a real-estate agent for Coldwell Banker in Maui Hawaii. Cool. Now if we can persuade him to transfer his offices to Milford we have a real story eh? If I lived in Hawaii I’d rather stick my head in a microwave and turn it on high then move to a tank town like Milford, and hang out with girls with blue hair and that one in P2 with platinum blond hair like Marjie D. Pass the ketchup before you take another bite of burger please.
P1: In case you missed yesterday’s strip…
P2: Is Dafne performing some sort of interpretive dance while she spins her tale?
P3: A new kid, eh? Can’t wait to see what personality defects he has and how that will completely crowd out the Dafne arc.
The boys continue discussing Aaron while they play a video game of.. a car driving somewhere on the screen. Wow, for a 2017 video game it sure looks on the tame side. I once had a car video game where I had a steering wheel, and the object was to drive as many laps in 5 minutes as possible. The track filled the TV screen, and in those primitive days I was so good at the game I would reset the lap counter at the top.
Career day in 6th grade?? We didnt have that until junior year in high school. 6th grade I was still eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches every day and playing basketball in my driveway, dreaming of one day being able to stuff it through the hoop like the bigger kids in the neighborhood. The paper boy would ride up on his bike and deliver the Daily News, an afternoon paper that is now defunct. I feel sorry for these guys that they’ve had to know this dude for 6 years. He must’ve wanted to be a rock star in 6th grade. Anyway what does career day have to do with where he lived? Just one stupid train of thought after another here.
No, nobody HAS to live in dumpy apartments. Thats why the Robert Taylor Homes got torn down in Chicago. Dope.
And in P3 we have more AA discussion over wine and burgers. What a perfect meal. Yeesh.
Wake me up when this plot wants to move forward.
Slogging along with Kenny and .. Granger, who is Mike to us, we see shadows playing hoops in P1, and the 2 dark shadows talking on the… bench while facing AWAY FROM THE ACTION, which appears to be a marathon run. What the hell are they sitting on, kitchen chairs?? Every basketball bench I ever saw was a long wooden seat that was the first row in the stands, with the spectators sitting on the same material behind the team. And why not face away from the game, as theyre rehashing their relationship with Aaardvark, and even Granger is sick of talking about it already. Who gives a crap at this point, the strip again managing to beat a dead horse until nobody cares. See last 15 storylines for examples.
Gil calls for them to go in the game simultaneously, and great, now they can discuss it in front of Aaron, while theyre at the foul line, or maybe even on the fast break. One of these months we’ll get the big reveal, and another season will go to waste while they rehash ONE topic over and over. I’d rather the focus be on the development of the team for a change; its always one mope spoiling everything.
So no ecstasy for our man Aa Aa, but Molly? Oh thats different, yeah sure. Gotta be picky about our drug use here, dont wanna accuse anyone of doing anything they arent doing do we? Big difference between the two now. Molly, oh yeah, Molly. Thats a horse of a different color. Boy the look on his face in P3 is just priceless. Finally got caught with the hand in the cookie jar huh? Now we’ll have the big confession, tomorrow. Or maybe they can sqweeze one more day out of this back-and-forth before the story is told. I have a feeling Aa will try to convince Gil that Molly is really harmless and its effects have nothing to do with his performance on the court. We’ll see if Gil buys the rationalle.
So Aardvark pulled what amounts to an all-nighter at the Central City rave, then ‘lost track of time’ somewhere between 4 AM and 7 AM. Came straight to practice in basketball attire, so that means he wore that to the rave. In December. Winter. Cold. Yep. Meet our latest installment of I’m a Milford Douchbag.
So apparently there’s nothing else to do in Central City except go to a rave, since his teammate put those 2 facts together. Ah – thats why they showed us the opening scene. Always start somewhere, these pitiful plots.
I suppose Aardvark thinks raves are either for kids or grownups, and he is neither. That remains to be seen.