Gil Thorp by Henry Barajas and Rachel Merrill for July 03, 2020

Shark jumped.

Next week: Gil and Kaz’ secret food deliveries backfire when the Milford team, still digesting, can’t run and loses both games.

Pizza and subs courtesy of the Gil and Mimi Thorp Foundation and Viewers Like You.

P1, Shouldn’t at least some of these kids learned the basics in Little League?

P2, And for reasons known to no one, the umpire is still here.

P3, Spicoli!

Tomorrow, in honor of the Holiday, a hot dog eating contest breaks out. Next week, Milford CC!

R & W have done it, today’s strip is even more stupid than yesterday’s!!! Fellow Snarkers I think I am going to through in the towel as I think they are trying to reach a whole different demographic….possibly five year olds!!! Or people who are possibly brain dead!!!

Jay’s Subs? Really? Herk the Mauler and Subwich are pissed.

In all reality , Karen begins to whine, Not fair the players are having a food fest , I came to watch a baseball game. I’m so hungry somebody call Jimmy John’s for me .

I’ll clap when the beer truck ( finally) shows up.

then again, now i am starting to get into this story arc …

I think the writers (if I may call them that) are just messing with us now.

R&W are taking advantage of us now. I feel so used.

P 4: “….uh, …no one here ordered a six foot sub sandwich…”

Rubin keeps his streak of always out-dumbing the previous story alive

I was right last week. This entire strip is just a set up for advertising new food emporiums in town. I think the Milford Chamber of Commerce should be recalled just like we want to recall those wonderful days of teenage angst we used to read about. Not much angst in a buffet.

That’s not that Bader kid in p1 is it?

Where’s that taser?

P4 Leave it on the bench over there in the sun next to the sloppy joes! We will get to them after this game is over. (tutorial)

P1: Them sweet, sweet, puppy dog eyes signal good loofah time ahead after the game or whatever this is. On the other hand, the bat in hand signifies a potential konkin’ on the noggin’ and some petty theft. Could go either way. You just never know.

P4: The sub delivery guy turns out to be a Chippendale’s dancer and gets down to the business of delivering his personal foot long with special sauce.

Elsewhere, Phoebe Keener is nowhere to be found. A roving talent scout for WWE noticed her Russian girl wrestling stance in P2 yesterday and signed her to a developmental contract. Keep your eyes open for “Fabulous Flying Phoebe and Her Fabulous Floobies” coming to an undercard at your local Legion hall.

Pedro the pool boy asks if he can come up for air. Mimi says no and tells him to get back down there and keep busy.

The Mayor ordered a six-foot sub to replace him in the outfield, so he could go home and have a peanut butter bagel, but instead someone is bringing him a hoagy.

P2: Why is a football referee umpiring this game? Baseball umpires have never worn stripes.

P 4, as mike runs over:”… I did!… just let me cram it into this water bottle…”

This is great! I don’t have to think of a new comment every day, I just repost this one each time:

Bravo, Whigham, bravo! Exceeding expectations again! I would have bet big money it couldn’t get any stupider, and yet, here we are.

Well here’s a sobering thought. There can’t only be two or three more panels left in this story now, can there? Once the game finally ends, we need Gil and Kaz to give some words of wisdom, as they are probably watching in disguise in the stands. I think we have another week to go! And speaking of going, you should be going to Mopped Up Thorp, where the story is way more realistic!

https://moppedupthorp.wordpress.com/

Okay – longshot prediction. There’s so much food because Gil secretly had pizza ordered for the game, and Kaz secretly ordered a sub, without either knowing what the other was doing. They will share a hearty chuckle about it while lifting weights as the story finally ends.

TFSFW! (figure it out!)