Still no answers, just more questions we heard already. Its more clear that the mom is more the problem then the kid, even though usually its the parent admonishing the kid about stuff like that. I dont know who to believe, only that the hardware store suddenly split in 2 and became 2 hardware stores, under 1 roof. OMG its gonna be at Least Monday before we have any answers; I’m sure tomorrow will just be another cliffhanger.
I’m running out of songs for this theme, but thank God for the 4 Tops:
Pitchers and catchers reporting this week, so I reckon it’s time to move this wagon train along.
Gil does what Gil perhaps should’ve done already once Brown and Granger started snooping around Aaron’s personal life. Why this couldn’t be accomplished with a phone call is beyond me. My money’s on Gil wanting to see the poor side of town as a reminder of what might happen to him if the Milford School Board ever truly gets wind of his coaching abilities.
In any case we see that McShane’s Hardware is kinda run down and Tina Aagard keeps the books there. Though we don’t learn details, Tina of course thinks Aaron did something wrong and the sparks begin to fly. Tomorrow* we’ll learn that Aaltruistic Aaron’s performance is all a function of his worry about his overworked, underemployed mom and the guilt rays will emanate from Tina’s forehead. After that she’ll be ready to come back to the mind-numbing number crunching at McShane’s.
Way to sow the seeds of domestic discord, Gil. Now, can somebody help me roll the batting cage out to the field?
*or the next day, or the next day, or the next day…
Folks, can we just mosey on past panels one and two? Thanks.
That brings us to McSHANES [sic], where we get a comparative bonanza of new information! Viz., Quad-A’s mother’s first name is Tina (not sure what street drugs that’s code for) and she’s in the back of a hardware store, which is presumably her place of employment.
Tomorrow’s strip is so frustrating that I’m posting it today (also I’m slammed at work tomorrow by which I mean today).
Bonus point: Love Ken’s sideburn styling.
Aaron Aagard, non starter, still can’t sustain his effort coming off the bench. I wonder why that is? The dumpy apartment, the sort of actuary mom, Molly the girlfriend. These are the things we know. Why won’t they add up?? So confounding. It’s Monday, and we’re still confounded.
Is that Marjie at the press table, calling the game to herself as she prepares her story for The Star?
Well we’re getting to the point where everyone that gives a crap about Aardvarks play and his moms job or lack thereof has jumped off the ship, shrieking like a banshi. I cant believe a whole week has gone by and I basically have the same thing to say, and that is we still dont know whats going on. 21 panels wasted on dicking around and shadows and Gil drinking coffee and Marty surprised about AA off the bench and so on. No girls basketball to speak of still and its 8 days past Groundhog Day. And it gets worse – now they know and they wont tell us for another week or two.
At least Marty found his partner Paul Strange.
“Is your mom still an… um… is your mom still so fat her ass got two zip codes?”
So this is it – the start of the big reveal (well, besides the big reveal that Aaron Aagard’s Molly is a girl, not the recreational drug) that will tell us what’s truly behind Aaron’s inconsistent play. Mike Granger couldn’t start it off any more awkwardly. Sure, let me start talking about my plan to pump Aaron for mom info out loud in this shiny tiled echo chamber where Aaron’s already sitting. I can already see this devolving into a poorly played game of The Dozens.
“Mike, you’re so stupid you can’t even remember what I told you Aaron’s mom did for a living a couple of days ago.”
“Ken, your mama’s the judge, not you, so shut the hell up. So Aaron, is your mom still an actuarily?”
“Sort of. She lost her actuary job, though.”
“Oh. So your mom’s so poor she can’t even pay attention?”
“Nah. She still plays the numbers. That’s why I help her… by shaving.”
“Oh. So your mom’s so hairy, you shave her with a weed whacker.”
“No. I shave points so Milford can’t cover the spread.”
“Oh. So your mom’s like chunky peanut butter: greasy, full of nuts and easy to spread…”