Is it the ball or the runner that’s bounding away? The superfluous comma before the “and” makes the sentence confusing. Speaking of which, I have a pair of tickets to the midnight “Superfluous Commas” concert in Central City tonight.
I don’t even think it’s a list at all, just supposed to be a pause? Not Oxford, Harvard, Phoenix, or Milford Community College comma.Well that was a waste of time nitpicking absolutely nothing. And speaking of nitpicking, today’s Mopped Up Thorp does some more nitpicking of the artwork, of course.
Harry always had a few pops during and after the game. When he and Jimmy Piersall broadcast the games in the late 70’s, it was the best. After the ump caught a ball in the crotch: Harry: Ha,he’ll be sitting on a block of ice tonight, JimmyJimmy: That’s not funny, Harry…that really hurts. Harry: He won’t be out discoing tonight, Jimmy!He is sorely missed.
I’ve heard that too about Harry, from someone who worked security at Wrigley. Hangovers can be tough.Jimmy Piersall had a great sense of humor too. Although he had mental issues, he did a radio spot for Emery Air Freight with the tagline “You’ve got to be crazy not to use Emery!”
tcar, proud of you….you were probed, but didn’t flinch.
Met Harry on Rush Street in Chicago, about 2 in the AM as he was being escorted by his two “nieces” who had him propped up by the arms. Now, this was May of 1981, Harry had just joined the Cubs. He was resplendent in a brown and white polyester sport coat, brown pants, white loafers. We were about 90 proof ourselves and we ran to him and just shouted “Harry, Harry” like the groups of 20 something drunks we were. Despite the drool running down his face and his weakened state, the old pro merely smiled, extended his hand and said not a word, as if he had done this a million times….which he had. His nieces then continued to walk him down the street as we contemplated our brush with greatness.
He really did live up to the stories you have heard.
Heh, Bitsy and Mopman are on a roll..But with all the rest of the talk, I’ve really found that sports figures, even the biggest, can be real nice folk. My grandfather had Boston Bruins’ season tickets from Day One in the 20s through to the mid-70s, when his heart got too bad to climb all the ramps in Boston Garden. He had four seats (largely for business), so he’d take me and my brothers to a game a few times a season..Hockey in those days was huge in Boston, and my eyes damn near popped out of my head when Grampie introduced us to a friend of his, the then-Bruins GM and Hall of Famer Milt Schmidt, who shook our hands, signed my program, and then said “I’ve got someone you might like to meet.” The team was coming off of its pre-game skate, and he hauled Bobby Orr out. .To a New England kid in the 70s, meeting Bobby Orr was a step above meeting Jesus Christ. Orr had to have been wanting to do his own game prep, but he likewise shook our hands, signed my program and said some kind words. I’ve plenty of anecdotes about sports stars, but that’s been my #1 for over 40 years.
bitsy twill almost 9 years ago
Is it the ball or the runner that’s bounding away? The superfluous comma before the “and” makes the sentence confusing. Speaking of which, I have a pair of tickets to the midnight “Superfluous Commas” concert in Central City tonight.
TheBrownStarfish almost 9 years ago
Well it looks like Mimi has a chance to join Gil as a State Champion coach until the upcoming fiery crash takes Boo out.
Tru better keep his cup on, Boo’s gonna knee him for sure after this.
Marty appears to be wearing a Marty Moon mask in P3 to cover up his gin blossoms.
chiphilton almost 9 years ago
That’s what Gil gets for defying conventional wisdom and using his closer in a tie game on the road.
Mr Reality almost 9 years ago
In all reality,Comma, Comma, Comma, Chamilone
tcar-1 almost 9 years ago
In panel three Marty sounds like the MEATLOAF song that MOP brought up in MUT the other day.
twainreader almost 9 years ago
Yes fans, the fields starting to Tilden to the left.
miffedmax almost 9 years ago
Marty’s Chico Marx imitation always kills ’em at parties. Of course, the Thorp kids have been doing a Gummo impersonation for years now.
Mopman almost 9 years ago
I don’t even think it’s a list at all, just supposed to be a pause? Not Oxford, Harvard, Phoenix, or Milford Community College comma.Well that was a waste of time nitpicking absolutely nothing. And speaking of nitpicking, today’s Mopped Up Thorp does some more nitpicking of the artwork, of course.
Klubble almost 9 years ago
Harry always had a few pops during and after the game. When he and Jimmy Piersall broadcast the games in the late 70’s, it was the best. After the ump caught a ball in the crotch: Harry: Ha,he’ll be sitting on a block of ice tonight, JimmyJimmy: That’s not funny, Harry…that really hurts. Harry: He won’t be out discoing tonight, Jimmy!He is sorely missed.
Klubble almost 9 years ago
I’ve heard that too about Harry, from someone who worked security at Wrigley. Hangovers can be tough.Jimmy Piersall had a great sense of humor too. Although he had mental issues, he did a radio spot for Emery Air Freight with the tagline “You’ve got to be crazy not to use Emery!”
cuttersjock almost 9 years ago
tcar, proud of you….you were probed, but didn’t flinch.
Met Harry on Rush Street in Chicago, about 2 in the AM as he was being escorted by his two “nieces” who had him propped up by the arms. Now, this was May of 1981, Harry had just joined the Cubs. He was resplendent in a brown and white polyester sport coat, brown pants, white loafers. We were about 90 proof ourselves and we ran to him and just shouted “Harry, Harry” like the groups of 20 something drunks we were. Despite the drool running down his face and his weakened state, the old pro merely smiled, extended his hand and said not a word, as if he had done this a million times….which he had. His nieces then continued to walk him down the street as we contemplated our brush with greatness.
He really did live up to the stories you have heard.
I have a couple more for another time.
Ravenswing almost 9 years ago
Heh, Bitsy and Mopman are on a roll..But with all the rest of the talk, I’ve really found that sports figures, even the biggest, can be real nice folk. My grandfather had Boston Bruins’ season tickets from Day One in the 20s through to the mid-70s, when his heart got too bad to climb all the ramps in Boston Garden. He had four seats (largely for business), so he’d take me and my brothers to a game a few times a season..Hockey in those days was huge in Boston, and my eyes damn near popped out of my head when Grampie introduced us to a friend of his, the then-Bruins GM and Hall of Famer Milt Schmidt, who shook our hands, signed my program, and then said “I’ve got someone you might like to meet.” The team was coming off of its pre-game skate, and he hauled Bobby Orr out. .To a New England kid in the 70s, meeting Bobby Orr was a step above meeting Jesus Christ. Orr had to have been wanting to do his own game prep, but he likewise shook our hands, signed my program and said some kind words. I’ve plenty of anecdotes about sports stars, but that’s been my #1 for over 40 years.