This Week in Milford

October 19, 2017

The Best-Laid Plans Aren’t Much Fun

October 17, 2017

gt10172017

Yep, the same ol’ same ol’. Marty asks a not terribly snarky question, Gil delivers a douchey answer. If your game plan is as dull and nonspecific as the one Gil delivers in his pre-game pep talk, then what exactly are you giving away repeating that verbatim on the air? If I’m Marty I’m throwing Gil’s crap back in his face on Saturday morning, as the next two strips will reveal.

October 18, 2017

gt10182017

Another situation where the home team wears white at night. Is it really that hot in Nebraska this time of year? Other minutiae: weird perspective in P1 (at least three different planes), funky stadium architecture in general (do the bleachers face the field?), Milford’s uni numbers glow in the dark but their helmet decals no longer do. (Also wondering why Gil didn’t retire True Standish’s #11, since it doesn’t look like he’ll be sniffing any championships again anytime soon.) Minus points for Whigrub for not having a QB shout “Omaha!”

October 19, 2017

gt10192017

“Coach Thorp couldn’t tell me his game plan ’cause he didn’t have one!” – Marty Moon, on his first broadcast after the Millard West game

By the light of the 2×4 Lego brick Milford is stymied and humiliated. Not only are the Mudlarks held scoreless in the second half, they get groped in the process. Adding insult to, well, just adding insult, the now-balding Marty Uncle Gary takes another opportunity to twist his tiny knife into Rick, hoping to drain the boy’s desire to play football by a thousand paper cuts. Shouldn’t Rick be dragging himself onto the team bus for a long, sad ride back to Milford? Or has Dr. Pearl cut Gil’s athletic budget so deeply that the players’ parents are forced to shuttle them to and from each game?

 

 

Advertisements

October 16, 2017

No Time For Duck Jokes

101617

Oh, Uncle Gary. You’re unrelenting in your disdain of football. Don’t let the Millard West Wildcats hear your dismissive jabs, or they’ll drive up(?) from Omaha, Nebraska show you what it’s like! Sit over there with your coffee cup and your barbs, we’ve got other things of import to untangle here today.

What the hell? Coach Kaz went and got a black/blue dye job? (Okay, so this is why I used the color strip today. I kind of feel like colorist mistakes are maybe the easiest and most painfully obvious things to snark on, but on some most Mondays, I’ll take just about anything I can get.) Well, Kaz, what can we say? It looks great on you. Combined with the backwards clergy collar/black tee, it’s a bold new look for you. I guess the rest of the coaching brain trust (Coach Shaw! Steve Boone! Gilbot 3000!) is too absorbed in game video to take in your bold new choices. I predict Kaz will go and rinse that color out of his hair in time for his next appearance.

So we began with a goateed a-hole and now we end with the OG goateed a-hole, Marty Moon. Marty is doing his usual, the journalistic equivalent of stepping on a gardening rake. He lobs a presumptive question at Gil. In this cliffhanger style presentation, Gil gets a whole day to formulate a snarky and insultingly dismissive answer.

October 5, 2017

Soto’s Escort Service

gt10052017

Three days to finish one play, and the first game will be finished by the end of the first week of October. Something tells me at least three games will be told and not shown in a single strip in about a week or two. Rick Soto’s exploding head tips us to his imminent concussion, so while we’re waiting for that reveal let’s focus on the little details:

(1) Whigham’s shout-out to his mom via Milford’s and Oakwood’s glow-in-the-dark helmet decals, ’cause working it into a shirt collar like they did at Wendy’s just isn’t as dramatic.

(b) Again with the confusing numbers: Filllllllllion has been shown as #9 to date but the guy carrying the big croissant behind Soto is wearing a double-digit number. The Oakwood player Soto’s blocking is pretty big to be wearing #14, don’tchathink? Maybe he’s a former lineman who wants to be a ball carrier, too. Maybe he’s the son of The Battleship Lorenzen.

(iii) Marty’s scar face is particularly nightmare-inducing today. The dried hooch crust in his beard is a nice touch, as are the slats in the lid of his crate. At least he trims his nose hair.

October 2, 2017

It’s All On The Ground!

Filed under: actual action, football, Marty Moon — nedryerson @ 6:19 am

Capture100217

The color edition of today’s strip indicates that we’re playing the opener on a beautiful summer day. Is that just a coloring issue? We will find out if the spaceship with the blinding lights lands on the field later on. If it’s daytime, maybe the bonfire will be after the game.

On the field, we find that Kevin Pelwecki picked up a first down and then displayed that patented Pelwecki versatility by going right back to the line to block on a sweep play. We could talk about Kevin’s blocking in panel 2, I guess. Hands outside the shoulders is problematic, but #28 seems to be giving ground and clearly got beat to the spot.

Marty is already in midseason form. His goatee is nicely trimmed and he’s got exclamation points at the ready.

I love those single fans with raised arms, as seen in the periphery of panel 3. That guy is a huge fan of the ground game and he wants everybody to know it.

July 13, 2017

There’s No Veering in Baseball!

gt07132017

Well that whole journalism thing was awkward, wasn’t it?  Made me feel stupid for thinking there might be some point to it.  Let’s get back to what this strip does best: putting Milford’s girls in the orbit of Milford’s boys. After all, boys won’t watch girls play unless they’re interested in one of the players but girls will watch the boys play just because, amirite?

So to wrap the spring* plot up we’re gonna see if Ryan has indeed practiced his anger management after he gets another bad call from a crappy Valley ump and his teammates flub away a lead on him.  Marty’s mom has told him to take out the trash, so he quickly makes the Mudlarks a Fielding Three and rolls a 14 for the Tilden batter.  As with most Gil Thorp arcs, all of this would come off as a lot less contrived if the plot had been better paced. Then again, the phrase “it’s a marathon, not a sprint” is probably wasted on someone who holds track and field in such contempt.

*Feels funny calling it that in the middle of July, doesn’t it?

June 24, 2017

Which Two Did He Hit?

gt06242017

Poor Ryan.  Fist at the ready but he’s not supposed to punch anyone.  Way to not take advantage of a situation.

Know who else hasn’t taken advantage of a situation?  Marty Moon!  If he broadcasts every Milford game, he’d have seen the protest poster and been on the story like white on rice. Even if he doesn’t broadcast every game, surely Marjie Ducey would’ve picked up the story and he’d have commented on it. (Pouty Daftpunk isn’t the only “journalist” in town, dontchaknow.) Instead Marty’s been sitting in his basement, rolling his dice and composing music on his Casiotone. See the pile of blank staff paper on top of the keyboard?

Don’t look now folks but in a week’s time Milford has supposedly played six games. Reckon they’ll finish the season by the end of the month – or before Dafiltefish crawls back to Ms. Rizk begging to get back on the Trumpet staff?  Let’s put in an order to Rob’s Pizza and watch things unfold; I hear the breadsticks are a must. I’d say we could hang out but Rob’s is takeout or delivery only.

April 18, 2017

Opening Day Track Meet

Filed under: actual action, baseball, Marty Moon — timbuys @ 9:19 am

041814

P1: Surplus outfielders? I’m not sure how that’s a thing at the high school level, but that may just be my ignorance of high school baseball shining through.

P2: How that bunt doesn’t turn into a pop fly is beyond me.

P3: How much of a traffic spike will this call out get the Wellington Daily News? If this is WDN’s Social Media Director’s idea of a master promotion – one that might even go influenzal – I have some sad, sad news to tell that person.

April 17, 2017

Geoff Larkin? What’s His Story?

Filed under: baseball, Gil Thorp, Marty Moon, softball — nedryerson @ 2:53 am

041717

Carrie Hobson, higher on the status scale than hurdler, is ready to pitch for the Mudlarks. Will Gary Meola ever know that Carrie is scheming on him? He’s kind of a big deal track guy. Will Gary and Carrie’s worlds collide at any point during the Spring?

Let’s forget about them. It’s time for Gil to recite the opening baseball lineup to Marty (who shares Gil’s enthusiasm for Lefty Ryan “Cane” Van Auken). You’ll all be happy to know that Barry Bader is back at second base. Let the games begin.

 

Older Posts »

Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.