Look at Les today, thinking to himself, “ewwww, jocks and sportsball, yuck! Well, it serves him right after bullying me for all those years. Now how do I get out of here?”. What a pal. What a dick. Like I said yesterday, it’s simply not possible to draw Dick Facey in a non-objectionable way. He could draw panel after panel of nothing but Les standing there with no expression on his face at all and it’d still enrage me to no end.
So in typical BanTom fashion, he firmly establishes that Bull is dealing with the after-effects of his many football concussions, then goes backwards. Are they seriously going to thumb through Bull’s old scrapbook all week? While the diagnosis and treatment of concussions is a relatively new field and all, I’m fairly certain that perusing old photo albums isn’t yet an accepted form of treatment. The guy is tearing around town in a rage while we speak and these two are making sad faces over Bull’s utterly wasted life, which is a marked change as they’re usually making fun of him instead, but still.