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:
I am amazed, again, at how much this whole thing is just Gil winging it and largely deferring to AaAa’s whims.
Panel three raises all kinds of questions as Mike’s hangdog expression and Ken’s exploding eyeball suggests that they still feel like they should be solving the case of the kid who’s parents do drugs (and/or live in Norway).
Yesterday we finally found out what Gil’s been feeding Aaron – Purina Rat Chow. Today Gildeaux, the one-man crisis intervention squad, keeps moving the chains forward.* But to get to the goal of a healthy life for young Aaron, he seems determined to drive through the red zone of breaking up the Aagard nuclear family.
What next then for Aaron? Does he become the Thorps’ replacement child? Does Gil have a seven-day plan for him? Does this arc drag out into baseball season? Let’s hope not!
Show of hands: How many of you looked at P2 – especially the B&W version – and thought Tina Aagard was looking through her glasses through her hair a la Cousin Itt? Thought so.
*Yeah, I know football metaphor, so sue me.
It was once suggested that the caption “Christ, what an asshole.” works with every New Yorker cartoon†. It’s also been suggested that “What a misunderstanding!” and “I’d like to add you to my professional network on LinkedIn.” can also be used as universal New Yorker cartoon captions. There have been even ruder universal captions that I won’t link to directly but you can find them via this link.
The first universal caption immediately sprang to mind when I looked at today’s strip. Gil sure looks like he’s trying to stifle a laugh behind his hand as he listens to the family Aagard’s tale of woe. (Semantics question: when a person confesses to something, doesn’t that mean they’re making an admission of something about themselves they would otherwise have kept hidden? Isn’t Aaron simply diming out his mom here?) A subtle twist of the eyebrows would’ve gone a long way here.
Now that Tina Aagard’s dirty laundry has been hung out, it’ll be interesting to see who Gil brings in to help make things better for the Aagards. A doctor? For all we know, a doctor may be enabling mom’s habit. Social Services? The League of Women Voters? The Illinois National Guard? No matter, I suspect we’ll see this scene play out at Schloss Thorp, Big Ken Brown’s House of Making Things Happen and other Milford abodes in the coming week.
†No offense or shock value intended on my part.
Panel two sure is carrying a lot of narrative weight, isn’t it?
Anyway, Molly isn’t a drug she’s a girl and AAAA’s mom is clearly another Rustbelt opioid addict.
The risers on those bleachers look rather comfortable if impractical.
It’s nice to see Lampy from A3G picking up work.
Well, Heather didn’t end up in a refrigerator, so this is a slightly more satisfying wind up of the plot than the Addison ‘Boo’ Radley arc.
Gotta give Gil credit for flat out admitting he hadn’t really given a lot of thought to the VT game.
If I could see one alternate panel, it would be a close up of Austin’s face while Gil is delivering the panel one dialogue. I wonder if Austin is a senior?
P1: “But don’t worry, even though you’re totally ineffective, you’ll still get snaps for some reason.”
P2: Super Moon! How topical!
P3: Again, Hakeem’s form looks terrible.
Have a happy Thanksgiving everyone!
Among my many athletic shortcomings, the ability to throw overhand is perhaps the worst. That said, I can confidently state that my technique is better than Hakeem’s in panel two.
Bonus point: We have upgraded from an Ampeg 6×10 to the mighty Ampeg 8×10!