This Week in Milford

September 16, 2017

Who Have, Mimi, Who Have…

Filed under: actual action, football, Gil Thorp, Mimi Thorp — timbuys @ 3:57 am

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To Rob’s point yesterday, this is perhaps some of the most digressive panel wastage yet.

Questionable point: Is the Chief messing with me? Very difficult to faithfully crop today’s image without a single corner…

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August 22, 2017

Taking Jaquan For A Ride

Filed under: ?, Bare Midriffs, Gil Thorp, Milford Idiots, Mimi Thorp — timbuys @ 7:54 am

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P1: Also, he’s in his early thirties or so. Perfect time to jump into the pros.

P2: He may be out of the league, but I would like to put True’s proposition to the test.

P3: Yep, everyone is just standing around listening to this dumb conversation.

August 17, 2017

Muff Big or Go Home

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There’s been a lot of turmoil along Tobacco Road this past week, pretty much none of it good. You’d think the syndicate color monkeys would’ve had the decency not to add to it yesterday by rendering True’s Wake t-shirt in UNC colors.

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That said, I can appreciate Eight Elbows’ efforts to bring this wacky subplot to an end by having Milford’s Goldenest Child dash Jaquan’s far-fetched hopes to make the switch from pro basketball to pro football at age 30. I don’t even mind Trey’s little spaz dance there at the end.  However, I have no clue why Gil brought Mimi out to watch this spectacle, unless watching all those hot sweaty mens would put her in the mood for more than just sipping cocktails back at Casa Thorp.

June 23, 2017

Second chances

Filed under: baseball, Gil Thorp, lessons learned, Mimi Thorp — robmize2013 @ 7:01 pm

Gil finally confronts Ryan about the whole incident, and defends his actions completely by saying -“Next time… ” Why the hell not This time?? Next time may be too late. His fist could cause a hemorrage in her brain, and slow death could result. Rudy Tomjonavich got punched so hard by Kermit Washington that he leaked spinal fluid into his mouth. He had to have his jaw rebuilt and never was the same player again.

I guess we’ll have to endure more baseball until the Bears report to training camp. God let these kids out of school already!

 

 

 

 

June 19, 2017

Detective Work?

Filed under: freak hands, Gil Thorp, Mimi Thorp — nedryerson @ 3:33 am

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What does Mimi’s question in Panel 1 mean? Is she asking if Gil can hold Ryan out of a game without letting anyone know that they know what the protest was all about? Ryan knows that Thorp knows but who else will know if Ryan doesn’t make the trip to Central? Shouldn’t Gil discuss that with Ryan and his parents? Gil should swing by again so they know what the heck he is doing. Ugh, this plot.

How long is Mimi’s right arm? Is Gil a little peeved at the hand on his shoulder? (Maybe he’s confused about who this lady with the long arm and the face like a clenched fist is. Panel 2: phew, it’s Mimi with a levitating lemonade. )

Okay, Skip Farrow is a totally new name here, as far as I know. Who is he and why does Gil need him to do detective work? Is he an actual detective or just a friend of Gil’s who enjoys wearing fake moustaches, hanging around hotel lobbies and peeking in windows?

Skip Farrow is the best name for a detective since Richie Brockelman.

 

June 17, 2017

Blooper Reel

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Daftpunk can’t run her precious little hit piece on Ryan, so she quits the school paper.  Ryan gets rattled when Central girls troll him about an event that (according to his parents) wasn’t all that, so he loses his mojo and quits on the mound. Now the rest of the Milford baseball team quits all around him and the season goes down the crapper. Gil’s quit on his team too: relying on hope and working on his grilling technique, he could give two shits about the rest of the season. Yo Gil, out here in the real world, winners eat steaks, losers eat franks and beans. (By the way, what the hell is Gil wearing on his wrist? Is he talking to Dick Tracy on that thing? Maybe he’s talking with that talking baseball with EES in P1. And what the complete hell is with his hand with integrated spatula?)

Even the color monkeys phoned it in on this one: they didn’t color the Jefferson player or whatever it is Mimi’s got in that pitcher (and don’t tell me it’s straight Everclear). I’m beginning to get the idea that the Whigrub brain trust has run out of ideas on how to wrap this arc up; not saying they’ve quit on it yet, but it’s starting to feel that way.

I’ve been on the road all day to Bakst country and just arrived only a few minutes ago.  I almost quit on this post for today, so I hope you’ll forgive me for its brusque nature.

 

June 5, 2017

Oh Well. Wanna Grab A Milkshake?

Filed under: Mimi Thorp — nedryerson @ 3:40 am

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We’re really drawing this out now. Maybe Dafne can put a missed connection ad in the Trumpet. “You: Three unusual fun girls with a sign at the Milford baseball game…”

I wonder if Mimi even made a sound of protest or if she’s saving it for later. Maybe she doesn’t care at all. Almost no one does.

Also, Dafne’s jersey sprouted sleeves since the previous strip. Weird

June 3, 2017

What It Is Ain’t Exactly Clear

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Ladies and gentlemen, today’s strip offers classic laissez-faire Thorp coaching at its finest.  Ryan “Hurricane” Van Auken is getting rocked like a, uh, well, you know, while Gil leaves him in there to twist in the wind.  This prompts random Milford guy – is it the same one who answered the phone in the Journalism Office? – to run and tell Dafne, who’s at softball practice. (Interesting that there are ads on the practice field outfield fence; must be a lot of marketing money to spare floating around in Milford.)

The now elfin Dafne, looking a bit the daughter of Namor, suddenly finds herself incontinent drops everything and runs off to see what’s going down.  Does Mimi even acknowledge Dafne’s defection?  Hell no!  She doesn’t even look so much Dafne’s way! Mimi needs to grow a pair like that Coach Dawes and tell Dafne to go do what she loves but never darken a softball field again.

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