Gil Thorp by Henry Barajas and Rod Whigham for May 21, 2016

I thought his car had been impounded. Wouldn’t his license be suspended awaiting trial? Or did he simply plead guilty without a trial, and he’s awaiting sentencing? Plots involving industrial solvents are always so intricate that it’s hard to keep track!

Why is the softball team wearing basketball uniforms? Seriously, is that how high school softball players dress? If so, things have changed a lot.

Isn’t Gil the Athletic Director? I guess he choose to cut some of the softball budget and use the funds normally slated for softball uniforms to fund his state championship plaques and coffee mugs.

Rubin and Whigham must have teenage daughters. These girls seem to just be jabbering to hear themselves talk. The one with the talking knee in P1 is pretty talented though.

I sure hope Del is using one of Google’s self driving cars. Oh, what the hell am I thinking. This is Milford, he might have to use a hand crank just to start it. And what makes him think the judge hates him? I’m pretty sure she hates his son if Big Ken Brown has told her what was said about her, but not Del. Yet. One thing I know for sure, Del won’t be drinking Shirley Temples at the strip club he’s “pulling” up to.

RIP Alan Young AKA Wilbur Post.

Yeah, talk about your drunk driving arrest with a client. That’ll impress him. Better hope he hasn’t had a family member affected by a DUI driver; maybe then he’ll only be concerned with whether your business decision-making skills are as poor as the ones you make regarding alcohol and conversation topics.

P. 3 reminds me of the old school cartoon charachter Sad Sack! This arc is as depressing and convoluted as any I can remember!

And everybody knows it is bad luck to even utter the words “no hitter” in the dugout.

It’s almost like Neal and Rod are trying to do MUT in the Mops absence.

So the Lady Mudlarks wear the same uniforms for basketball, softball, and track. Yeah, the fencing team probably wishes those jerseys had a bit more padding, but a few deep scars are a small price to pay for the glory of upholding the Milford athletic tradition.

I work in college athletics. Trust me, softball uniforms are very similar to baseball unifforms. The big difference is that most (not all) teams use the old-school pants that end just below the knee as you can see by the picture in this link: http://www.lamarcardinals.com/news/2016/5/13/softball-lu-falls-to-mcneese-in-finals.aspx

Selosky’s has an excellent porterhouse. If I were an industrial solvent salesman forced to schmooze with my industrial solvent-buying clients, it would most definitely be my choice.

I’m liking this plot so far because we have no idea where this is going. I hope the client is some lush who gets all roaring drunk and starts dancing on the table at the “Supper Club”. I’ve got to go, friends are waiting for me at “Moon’s Drinking Club.” I know the secret handshake.

Relax, no-hitters in softball are hardly rare. Any good high school pitcher will have a bunch, some as many as 10 or more, over the course of their careers. Even perfect games are pretty common.

P-1: Why all the buzz about the girls’ uniforms? Around the league they aren’t called the Lady Mud Larks; they’re the boy beaters. Now, on the other hand, R&W have violated the sexual equality laws. Everyone was shocked at how small the dugout was; well apparently it’s because girls are smaller (sorry Kenzie).P-2: Is that Mimi caressing that girls face? The hands too big to belong to that girl and it’s obvious someone is getting “cheeky”.P-3: Now we’re going to find out why Barry was so upset about his dad’s “FIRST” DUI. Any bets this place is in Central City?

Gary Morton, Lucille Ball’s second husband, was introduced on Password as “star of supper clubs.” I pictured really swank places in Manhattan, not a former Bonanza in Central City.

Remember kids: There is no i in Sekasky’s

Sandusky’s maybe?

Since looking at P-1 the classic Haggis and Oats song “Look out now, she’s a man beater” keeps running through my head.

P2- Boo’s athletic prowess amazes the Doublemint twins.