Not much to say about today’s strip other than to note that the Athenian references are resonating for whatever reason.
That said, allow me to present today’s musical accompaniment and inspiration for the title of this post which, if Wikipedia is to be believed – and surely it must – was only ever played live ten times by The Who. They say you learn something new every day. I figure if that’s what we get for today, we kinda got gypped.
High school relationships in the comics (with some glaring exceptions) usually don’t last very long; in the Thorpiverse, seldom past one story arc. Spring training is already upon us so I reckon it’s time to break MaxKenzie up. This winter it’s Marjie Ducey who serves as the deus ex machina.
No matter how inappropriate or leading the question from Marjie or Marty, most Milford kids open up like flowers in springtime to them. This used to be called “free publicity” but now it’s called “establishing their brand.” Still, had Kenzie not name-dropped Max, Marjie would never have contacted him, this convo would never have happened, and Max would never have those horribly broken forearm and wrist bones.
Hoops season will soon be over, and Kenzie will have rejoined USA Rugby and left Milford behind. Sometime between scrums she’ll think back fondly of the boy who taught her the underhand free throw and say:
Are y’all as dumbfounded by today’s strip as I am?
Shouldn’t this strip have run six months ago, right after True made his marching band crack to end the summer 2015 arc? Or right after Dory Darwin missed practice and right before True got injured when Gil suspended Dory for a game, intentionally making his O-line more porous and sabotaging any chance Milford may have had for a repeat state title? Or, at the very latest, earlier this month? (I realize that, technically, True didn’t have to sign on National Signing Day but hasn’t this dragged on way too far?)
Did Rubin, in his excitement to kick off a lame-assed take on reality television with a drunken Marty, lose this strip under a pile of others, only to find it this month and rush it off to the syndicate? Many things to ponder about this non sequitur plopped down smack in the middle of the winter basketball plot.
Two cameos in today’s strip: Thing from The Addams Family in the role of Kenzie’s giant trembling paw, and Caitlyn Jenner (coyly pointing to herself and asking, “Who, moi?“) in the role of Jefferson #22.
Adjust-a-Size Maxwell has expanded from his trip to The Bucket to get closer to Kenzie’s height again in P2. Not sure if that’s a Prairie Style Window behind them as we can’t see the corners.
Prepare for this coming week when we’ll see if Whigham has studied enough photos and clips of Rick Barry and Wilt Chamberlain at the charity stripe to get this pose down consistently. Here’s one for your weekend enjoyment – maybe the one Maxwell shared with Kenzie?
I reckon the point of today’s strip is “Kenzie learns about dating, Milford style” but like the ship’s wheel in the pirate’s pants, Whigham’s art is driving me nuts this morning!
Like the rest of you I’m having a hard time figuring out who this “Bobby” is. The trucker hat and the oddly horizontally striped shirt stay the same but his face changes day-to-day, all the time looking a generation older than his supposed classmates. I’ll buy the “planted narc” theory given Max’s history of real and/or imagined substance abuse and the shadowy figure behind him.
Max’s size has changed dramatically too. He supposedly bulked up from last season and has gradually become almost as tall as Kenzie, but now have someone call him “scrawny” and he turns into a Shrinky Dink (kinda like Gil did at the end of football season). Meanwhile the guy in the booth behind Kenzie must be some kind of 7-foot He-Hulk. Why isn’t he on the basketball team?
Finally the mystery car in The Bucket parking lot is another blob of hot mess. Corvette, Barbie Ferrari, or what? At least two important details are captured accurately: Ken Brown’s impossibly straight karate-choppin’ hand (a Whigham trademark) and the Mid-Century Modern style of The Bucket. Gotta have those artistic priorities straight!
So, Ken’s halo yesterday has now coalesced into a small ocular outburst. Or, as we call it around here, Exploding Eyeball Syndrome. It’s catchy too as Maxwell seems to have a case of it in panel two.
I am somewhat disappointed that we get a ‘hold on’ rather than an ‘ease up’ out of (possibly, probably) Bobby Howry. I don’t think we’ve seen much of Bobby dissin’ Kenzie (that I believe was mostly coming from some guy named Tracy) and Ken had previously been shown to be sympathetic, so I suppose this is a sincere, if goofy, gesture by Bobby.
Negative Bonus Points: Did we really need two panels of Ken asking seriously?
I think we may be reaching new levels of freak handedness in panel two. I defy anyone to provide me an anatomically plausible explanation of what’s going on with Bobby’s index finger (?? – maybe he’s only got four fingers and he’s holding a potato chip) there.
It’s almost enough to distract me from the halo surrounding the incredulous… Ken? That’s probably Ken, right? Why is he so surprised? Why was he so engrossed with his phone in panel one?
Sorry, folks, but it’s all too confusing to me. I have to confess I don’t know what the hell is going on here.
Maxwell, buddy, I’m no expert in affairs of the heart, but complaining about the weather when the lady asked to go for a walk outside ain’t gonna get it done. To say the least, Kenzie’s grading you on a very generous curve.
Hey, just so I don’t come off as totally negative, you should take her to Milford’s greatest hot spot, Schultz’s Polynesian Garden, where we know some folks have, ahem, gotten lucky.
Not for the first time I don’t think, but here’s today’s musical inspiration.