C’mon Gil, she’s still shaping lives. She’s made an arse of Marty and Dorky and really, how long have you been sleeping on the couch? At least you’re still wearing your wedding ring. Unlike Mimi.
I think the ones who should really be ashamed are Rubin and Whigham for dragging this ridiculous storyline well into basketball season. Free Max Bacon!
The irony of this installment is the cameraman in P.2, is still filming this triade. Right back to where we were, what seemed like 10 months ago!Time to take out the garbage!Marti Moon Matters
In all reality , " Another thing all these years I thought I fell for you but in all reality I fell because Mop man makes these floors too damm slippery . "
Since Holly’s forearm and Gil’s elbow have verbal capabilities, will they hook up? GilPa better apply some Bactine on that facial scratch before infection sets in.
And now for Holly’s big finish. “Well the Holly you once knew doesn’t exist any more, Gil. She was thrown out with the rest of the Hollywood stars who find out the flame dies quickly when the first wrinkle appears and the next young beauty is pushing you out the door. Not all of us can show up to a couple of games a year and pretend to be a coach until we’re eighty-five. Some of us have to grab life when we can and we just don’t have the luxury of air-brushing parts of our lives and our families completely out of existence.”
P-1: Something doesn’t smell rightP-2: How outrageous, doing something that matters to YOUP-3: Enough of the daddy’s disappointed lecture, what’s on that tape you said she had to “hear” until it sunk in?
Ooh, cameraman is still filming this. I see this going one of two ways. Either Leisure Suit Larry edits the tape to make it look like Gil is flirting with Dora, or he airs it pretty much as is to make Dora look like an ass. Dora learns a valuable lesson that it’s every man/woman for themselves in the cutthroat Hollywood life. And speaking of lessons, I learned a valuable lesson while making today’s Mopped Up Thorp. Mainly that I shouldn’t stop taking my medication based on the last two days of bizarre MUT postings.
That “Holly I once fell for” line isn’t going to go over too well with Mimi. Anyone been reading long enough to know why things didn’t work out between Gil and Holly? Did she leave Milford to pursue acting, leaving Gil to take up with Mimi on the rebound?
Gil also fell for Fawn Lebowitz until the tragic kiln explosion put the kibosh on that romance!Gills next line to Mt. Holly should be…“I’m not sure I should be alone right now!”Fade to the playdowns….“Cut!”Daytime Emmy is in da bag.Larry KrogerKefauver HS
Could P1 be an attempted copy of the famous shot from The Graduate? “Ms. Dobbs, you’re trying to seduce me.” But they didn’t want to be sued so instead of a bent leg framing the shot they used an arm.
Hey Thorp-lovers, I thought I would give you the backstory to this most confusing and boring of seasons. In the early 1960s, I, young and glamorous substitute teacher Holly Dobbs, am wowing the Milford High English students, especially the boys, but am ready to hang up—when I catch sight of the dashing, flat-topped Gil in the hallway. I decide instead to stay on, until Mrs. Welch returns. On a trumped up pretext, I appear at baseball practice, fancy cigarette holder in hand, and impress Gil with my inside-baseball knowledge. Later I overhear Gil talking about me to Mark, and I boldly suggest to the already multiple-state champion coach that he ask me out. Gil is thinking bowling, but I want to cut some big time rug. Afterward I confess that although I bombed in my big New York audition my sights are still set on the Great White Way.
But acting gigs are scarce and I remain at Milford, where Gil and I are a long-running item when Marty Moon hits town in 1966 to take the WDIG gig. He immediately goes after Gil, airing a recording of the coach chewing out one of his players. Gil chooses to ignore Moon, but I march down to the station to try to get Moon fired. It turns out the annoying DJ/sports guy is my old State college classmate, Marty Munenhausen, who has hacked three syllables off his last name in search of stardom. Shocked to find me stuck in one-horse Milford when I should be gracing the stage, Marty asks me to “make the scene” at a Shakespearian company in Oakwood. I am wishing that Gil had asked me, but agree; after all, I am a free agent and Gil seems in no hurry to settle down.
Mainly I am hoping that Gil gets jealous, and he is now indeed steamed, but needs to hunker down to figure out how to win the game against Tech that Milford needs to win conference. With the Mudlarks in an 8-8 deadlock late in the game and mired deep in Milford territory, from up in the booth Marty sees something and sends down a play to Gil. With no better ideas, Gil decides to try it and it goes for six! Although I inform Marty postgame that Gil remains number one, Marty, tooling around in a Dodge Charger, thought bubbles that he is not giving up.
The following June, unbeknown to me, Gil finally decides that he is ready to pop the question. Meanwhile, Marty, number two but trying harder, arranges a New York audition for his would-be thespian lover. I bomb again, and Gil commiserates but not too much as he chosen my birthday for the big moment. He is ready to ring me when the phone does instead with a Broadway role. Gil secretly pockets the jewelry and decides to wait until I return from the run. Later, as Marty is driving me to the airport and my date with acting destiny, Gil realizes that he is being foolish and rushes to the airport to make up for his mistake. On the tarmac, I give Marty a peck on the cheek goodbye, but Marty wants more and to my chagrin bends me over his knee for a real Hollywood kiss. Which is apparently the only part Gil sees from the window—and back into the car and bachelordom he goes.
I earn rave reviews and later land a Hollywood gig on a soap (and later some other roles, including apparently the famous Carter). I visit Gil intermittently afterward, but we never are as close again to getting hitched. In 1975, Mark mentions to unstylish high school coach Mimi Clover that he heard that I got married in Vegas. Coach Mimi says that she wouldn’t say no if Coach Gil would ask her out. Soon it is back off to the courtship races; they will be married, ten years later, have children, and then, I guess, not. Anyway, I can’t wait to get this over with. But please send me back to Hollywood, or anywhere, but don’t make me teach at Milford again.
kdizzle about 9 years ago
Comeuppance is a dish best served ice cold.
bitsy twill about 9 years ago
Bravo for the pit-cam framing.
TheBrownStarfish about 9 years ago
C’mon Gil, she’s still shaping lives. She’s made an arse of Marty and Dorky and really, how long have you been sleeping on the couch? At least you’re still wearing your wedding ring. Unlike Mimi.
I think the ones who should really be ashamed are Rubin and Whigham for dragging this ridiculous storyline well into basketball season. Free Max Bacon!
Lukebunkin about 9 years ago
The irony of this installment is the cameraman in P.2, is still filming this triade. Right back to where we were, what seemed like 10 months ago!Time to take out the garbage!Marti Moon Matters
MI
Mr Reality about 9 years ago
In all reality , " Another thing all these years I thought I fell for you but in all reality I fell because Mop man makes these floors too damm slippery . "
bearwku82 about 9 years ago
Since Holly’s forearm and Gil’s elbow have verbal capabilities, will they hook up? GilPa better apply some Bactine on that facial scratch before infection sets in.
chujusmith about 9 years ago
And now for Holly’s big finish. “Well the Holly you once knew doesn’t exist any more, Gil. She was thrown out with the rest of the Hollywood stars who find out the flame dies quickly when the first wrinkle appears and the next young beauty is pushing you out the door. Not all of us can show up to a couple of games a year and pretend to be a coach until we’re eighty-five. Some of us have to grab life when we can and we just don’t have the luxury of air-brushing parts of our lives and our families completely out of existence.”
tcar-1 about 9 years ago
Well this is another ‘IVORY SOAP’ moment.
twainreader about 9 years ago
P-1: Something doesn’t smell rightP-2: How outrageous, doing something that matters to YOUP-3: Enough of the daddy’s disappointed lecture, what’s on that tape you said she had to “hear” until it sunk in?
miffedmax about 9 years ago
Holly sporting that fashionable 12/10 designer label all the kids are wearing these days.
Mopman about 9 years ago
Ooh, cameraman is still filming this. I see this going one of two ways. Either Leisure Suit Larry edits the tape to make it look like Gil is flirting with Dora, or he airs it pretty much as is to make Dora look like an ass. Dora learns a valuable lesson that it’s every man/woman for themselves in the cutthroat Hollywood life. And speaking of lessons, I learned a valuable lesson while making today’s Mopped Up Thorp. Mainly that I shouldn’t stop taking my medication based on the last two days of bizarre MUT postings.
chiphilton about 9 years ago
That “Holly I once fell for” line isn’t going to go over too well with Mimi. Anyone been reading long enough to know why things didn’t work out between Gil and Holly? Did she leave Milford to pursue acting, leaving Gil to take up with Mimi on the rebound?
Lukebunkin about 9 years ago
Gil also fell for Fawn Lebowitz until the tragic kiln explosion put the kibosh on that romance!Gills next line to Mt. Holly should be…“I’m not sure I should be alone right now!”Fade to the playdowns….“Cut!”Daytime Emmy is in da bag.Larry KrogerKefauver HS
MI
Mopman about 9 years ago
Could P1 be an attempted copy of the famous shot from The Graduate? “Ms. Dobbs, you’re trying to seduce me.” But they didn’t want to be sued so instead of a bent leg framing the shot they used an arm.
Holly Dobbs about 9 years ago
Hey Thorp-lovers, I thought I would give you the backstory to this most confusing and boring of seasons. In the early 1960s, I, young and glamorous substitute teacher Holly Dobbs, am wowing the Milford High English students, especially the boys, but am ready to hang up—when I catch sight of the dashing, flat-topped Gil in the hallway. I decide instead to stay on, until Mrs. Welch returns. On a trumped up pretext, I appear at baseball practice, fancy cigarette holder in hand, and impress Gil with my inside-baseball knowledge. Later I overhear Gil talking about me to Mark, and I boldly suggest to the already multiple-state champion coach that he ask me out. Gil is thinking bowling, but I want to cut some big time rug. Afterward I confess that although I bombed in my big New York audition my sights are still set on the Great White Way.
But acting gigs are scarce and I remain at Milford, where Gil and I are a long-running item when Marty Moon hits town in 1966 to take the WDIG gig. He immediately goes after Gil, airing a recording of the coach chewing out one of his players. Gil chooses to ignore Moon, but I march down to the station to try to get Moon fired. It turns out the annoying DJ/sports guy is my old State college classmate, Marty Munenhausen, who has hacked three syllables off his last name in search of stardom. Shocked to find me stuck in one-horse Milford when I should be gracing the stage, Marty asks me to “make the scene” at a Shakespearian company in Oakwood. I am wishing that Gil had asked me, but agree; after all, I am a free agent and Gil seems in no hurry to settle down.
Mainly I am hoping that Gil gets jealous, and he is now indeed steamed, but needs to hunker down to figure out how to win the game against Tech that Milford needs to win conference. With the Mudlarks in an 8-8 deadlock late in the game and mired deep in Milford territory, from up in the booth Marty sees something and sends down a play to Gil. With no better ideas, Gil decides to try it and it goes for six! Although I inform Marty postgame that Gil remains number one, Marty, tooling around in a Dodge Charger, thought bubbles that he is not giving up.
The following June, unbeknown to me, Gil finally decides that he is ready to pop the question. Meanwhile, Marty, number two but trying harder, arranges a New York audition for his would-be thespian lover. I bomb again, and Gil commiserates but not too much as he chosen my birthday for the big moment. He is ready to ring me when the phone does instead with a Broadway role. Gil secretly pockets the jewelry and decides to wait until I return from the run. Later, as Marty is driving me to the airport and my date with acting destiny, Gil realizes that he is being foolish and rushes to the airport to make up for his mistake. On the tarmac, I give Marty a peck on the cheek goodbye, but Marty wants more and to my chagrin bends me over his knee for a real Hollywood kiss. Which is apparently the only part Gil sees from the window—and back into the car and bachelordom he goes.
I earn rave reviews and later land a Hollywood gig on a soap (and later some other roles, including apparently the famous Carter). I visit Gil intermittently afterward, but we never are as close again to getting hitched. In 1975, Mark mentions to unstylish high school coach Mimi Clover that he heard that I got married in Vegas. Coach Mimi says that she wouldn’t say no if Coach Gil would ask her out. Soon it is back off to the courtship races; they will be married, ten years later, have children, and then, I guess, not. Anyway, I can’t wait to get this over with. But please send me back to Hollywood, or anywhere, but don’t make me teach at Milford again.