This Week in Milford

June 15, 2019

I Bet No One’s Said That to the Blues or Raptors

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In the real world, this past week saw league championships won by franchises that had never won them before: the NHL’s St. Louis Blues and the NBA’s Toronto Raptors (contrary to popular belief, not named for Brent and Jolene Raptor). I always enjoy seeing first-time champs; I think it’s good for the sports. It’s one of the reasons I’ve been pulling for a Mariners-Nationals World Series for the past fifteen years. Both the Blues and the Raptors won on the road and, while it’s not the same as winning on home ice/court, it didn’t diminish the joy in their respective fan bases.

In the Thorpiverse, it’s not like the fans have been packing the bleachers to watch the Lady Mudlarks rip through the Valley. If anything, the TCFS scandal that wasn’t may have alienated large chunks of the student body. Since we seldom see the stands in any Milford baseball/softball action, it’s hard to say. My guess is that the Lady Mudlarks return to campus to three cheers and a tiger and a big TCFS banner honoring them for winning, for reading Animal Farm, and for passing out spirit buttons to anyone who asks nicely.

Today’s strip doesn’t have the feeling of a story wrap-up, but it does have some foreshadowing in the form of Jocelynn’s twisted ankle as she crosses the plate. Just enough of an injury to get the girls knocked out in the first round of the playdowns but not enough to end the self-congratulation. Maybe Mimi can lord it over Gil this summer; it’s no state championship but it’s the most recent championship either Thorp has brought back to Milford.

metapost, kinda: Mea culpa for getting it wrong earlier this week that Linda was going to David’s to break up with him. I still don’t give them much longer.

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May 1, 2019

Surprise! Surprise! Surprise!

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“Only one loss.  Are you surprised?”

“Sure as hell am! I haven’t even been coaching this team this spring.”

“There’s a swagger and spirit to this team that’s infectious…. Know what else is infectious? This fungus under my fingernails.”

“Eww! Gotta run, Mimi.  Smell you later.”

I get that Marcie Marjie usually comes over to MHS to interview the Coaches Thorp at the beginning of each season, but it seems like this little talk could’ve been conducted just as easily over the phone.  With all the too-cool-for-school hobbies front and center, the Lady Mudlarks’ record has kind of slipped under the radar.  Not to worry; Marcie will fix that…

… and so will the Lady Mudlarks.  Nothing like jinxing* your team in front of a crowd, is there, Molly Hatchet?  Make sure you say that again, and louder, to the formerly-focused-but-now-more-unfocused-than-her-teammates Linda Carr.  Mimi will need a good scapegoat.

*metapost: I was gonna title today’s post “Jinx!” but looks like I already pulled that stunt.

March 6, 2019

Just Who Owes Who?

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Hey kids, guess what? I stumbled across some rare footage of Gil and Marty commuting to and from work! Here ’tis:

That would seem to be the dynamic at work here, but I suspect Gil doesn’t see it as so two-sided.  Since he is clearly of the opinion that he singlehandedly pulled Marty’s frijoles from the fire last basketball season, he likely believes he doesn’t owe Marty squat. That said he does recognize the need for Marty in his world, and acknowledged as much to WDIG’s station manager in a previous Kaffeeklatsch.

Still I imagine we’ll soon be treated to some version of “no, you still owe me, and B/Robby would’ve found a way to hang himself by his own rope with or without you.” Then it’s time to see how Mike Fillion self-medicated came out of his depression enough in time for baseball season.

metapost: Since tdrew and I swapped Wednesday and Thursday posts a while back, I’ve missed out on Rock ‘n Roll Thursdays. I want to interject a bit and light a candle for Sara Romweber, who lost her battle with cancer a few days ago. Sara laid down the beats for Mitch Easter’s jangle-pop in Let’s Active, and later formed Snatches of Pink and teamed up with her brother Dexter, previously with Flat Duo Jets, as a duo of their own. The Romweber kids played a part in the formative years of my musical tastes, and Sara’s passing comes as a reminder of my own mortality. So here, then, a musical candle.

March 1, 2019

Bad Moon Rising

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When I was in college I was talking to one of my dormmates about Harry Caray and Steve Stone of the Cubs broadcasts. He said he was watching a game where Harry made some off-hand remark during what Stone thought was a commercial break and Stone said -” Harry, you’re full of shit.”  not knowing they were still on the air.  My friend embellished it by paraphrasing Stone immediately saying – “..   Oops we’re on the air!! ”

I guess dopey Robby Howry is too dense to figure out that in a freakin’ radio studio he MAY be on the air with his remarks. Hey, I’m sure all of them are true and needed to be said one of these days but leave it to ol’ Marty to put Howry down a peg, and re-establish himself as the WDIG front-runner for top radio DJ. I have no idea what the bonus is, and will leave it to the commentors to figure that out.

metapost: teenchy here, dropping the March 1 panel on top of Rob’s March 2. Consider this a twofer. Never let it be said that Marty Moon can’t learn: having had his Lonesome Rhodes moment at the hands of the Milford Pirate Network, he hands B/Robby one of his own.

 

February 13, 2019

Never Happy? Are You Kidding? They’re Delirious!

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Somewhere on the streets of Milford, an unknown man leaves his dumpy apartment on Poplar for his dead-end job. Maybe he stocks the shelves at McShane’s Hardware, or washes dishes at Schultz’s Polynesian Garden. He’s gotta wring every last drop out of his tired ’90s econobox (maybe a Plymouth Breeze?), so when the steering wheel rubber starts to crumble, it gets covered with one of those lace-it-yourself leather covers from Milford Auto Parts. He’d been saving up for an aftermarket stereo for the beater but bills gotta get paid so it’s still the tinny AM-FM unit for now. It can’t pick up stations outside the Valley so it’s good old WDIG for him. At least he can listen to Marty Moon; that’s one guy whose life can’t be any less miserable than his.

But what’s this? Marty sounds practically giddy on the air this morning! Must be that new kid sidekick of his, Howdy Booby or something like that. Listen to the two of them feed off each other, like a couple of leeches they are. If it wasn’t for Coach Thorp these two jagoffs would have nothing to talk about. You’d think they’d cover college ball once in a while. Wonder how that Miles Standish kid is doing at Wake Forest? Or the one who didn’t talk, like Mongo. Didn’t he go to State U?

Yeah, that Coach Thorp. He’s the straw that stirs the drink in Milford. Wasn’t for him there’d be no media in this tank town. One fewer blog on the intertubes, that’s for sure.

That reminds me: did you ever have the feeling you were being watched?

 

December 26, 2018

Hatters Gonna Hat

Filed under: actual action, basketball, Gil Thorp, metapost, Milford Weirdos — teenchy @ 6:47 am

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Happy Boxing Day, when we return to the current status quo instead of speculating yet again as to how Gil and Mimi’s kids disappeared and how they may be retconned out of or back into the strip.  The Mudlarks hit the road for another non-conference tilt which, if the Thorpiverse’s Milford were still clearly in Connecticut and not implicitly in Michigan, wouldn’t be an unreasonably far trip.  The Danbury Mad Hatters were a minor league hockey team while Danbury High School’s sports teams are simply the Hatters.  The Wikipedia entry for the Mad Hatters hockey team notes that the franchise replaced the Danbury Trashers, which were infamous for having been owned by a trashman with purported mob ties who installed his 17-year-old son as president and general manager. (That last link, aptly described as “The Sopranos meets Slap Shot,” is an entertaining read if you have the time.)

The words and the images in the first two panels of today’s strip don’t seem to align. It looks like the Mudlarks are dressing into their road uniforms in a locker room that doesn’t quite look like Milford’s. Then again, there’s not a great deal of variability in high school locker rooms and it’s been established that Milford teams practice in their game uniforms (occasionally accessorized with pinnies).  They’re wrapping up practice before the road trip to Danbury and Andre is trying to impress upon scrawny Marcell that making That 70’s Show references is Marginal Mike Filion’s schtick even though this is only the second time we’ve seen him do it.

On to the game action, where it looks like the Mad Hatters play underneath the stands at Fenway Park.  No doubt Danbury will bury Milford, which will keep the Mudlarks winless, the billboards fresh, and this plot stumbling forward to an inane resolution.  Here’s hoping you all have awakened from your food comas and are gradually easing yourselves into your post-holiday routines.

metapost: GoComics hasn’t updated its Gil Thorp page since 12/22.  Not sure what’s going on there, but it may mean we’ll be using the color version from elsewhere from now on.

December 5, 2018

But Did Milford Beat Tilden?

Remember football?

Pepperidge Farm remembers

But Milford doesn’t

 

“VT P-U”? Is

Valley Tech playing Dover

Boys from Pimento?

 

Rough year for Techies

Old Dominion beat VT

Now it’s Milford’s turn

 

Milford not used to

Being number one for a while

Sign guy broke his wrist

 

Hiawatha James

Remember him from baseball?

Great name but no lines

 

Know what else is an

Uncharacteristic romp?

No Jansen and no Bolek

 

Also no cheap shots

Express or implied

Where’s the burial?

 

 

metapost: Trying to learn to use the new WordPress Gutenberg editor on the fly.  Hope this doesn’t look too wonky.

November 21, 2018

Help a Buddy Out?

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Today’s cameo

By Toshiro Mifune

Which film, I’m not sure

 

Surprised Whigham drew

Recognizable actor

Mudlarks look alike

 

How many of you

Knew that was Bolek next to

Tiki in the caf?

 

“Feeling frisky” is

Euphemism for “horny”

Is it sexy time?

 

Nah. Let’s interrupt

The Kurosawa screening

For some adventure

 

“Help a buddy out”

Will translate into filming

Some wacky hijinks

 

Phone camera vid

Of Tiki getting bullied

Make it go viral!

 

Toshiro would be

As confused as we all are

With what’s going on

 

 

Haiku metapost:

Here’s to our Ned Ryerson

Ten years at the helm

 

How has he done it?

It’s been hard enough for me

To post twice a week

 

Ned is the straw that

Stirs This Week in Milford’s drink

Here’s to ten years more…?

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