Gil Thorp by Henry Barajas and Rachel Merrill for February 13, 2015

Does Max have a phone with a slide-out keyboard? No wonder he’s so angry.

Here’s how you solve it. Go to the doctor. If there’s nothing wrong, hit the weight room and get in shape. Or join the chess club Nancy.

And Bitsy, how else is he supposed to “Tap some keys”?

Dealing with the concept that he would hold up three fingers to emphasize three feet in this conversation is enough to ruin my week-end.

He’s texting because he doesn’t want to be overheard soliciting drugs. Turn him in. Rat him out.

Hah, THANK you, Bobby. I’m sure it’s a generational thing, but the “Every Communication Between Us Has To Be A Text Message” fetish is just plain lame.

Bobby, tell the stooge to simply dial1-800-GILL.Maxxi reminds me of the Nuke LaRoush charachter in Bull Durahm.

In all reality , I have a cell phone just like Max but seriously Bobby says Ok Max I’ ll call the Jackie Robinson LL All Stars manager and coaches and see what they would do .

DOES THIS STORY MAKE ANY SENSE? All of a sudden he can only concentrate on the game for one half? And does it make sense that I am complaining about the story not making sense, as if this is the first Milford season to have that problem?Enough ranting, here’s MUT.

P1: DayP2: NightP3: Day again.

What’s the problem besides Max having is head stuck in the muck? Brown Starfish has right idea. I like the Balboa method. Guzzle down raw eggs to start your day, roadwork, pound some meat and chase greasy chickens.

“And the bleat goes on”.

…..yawn, Neil and Rod, yawn….introduce a prairie chicken or something would you?