Bull can’t even manage to look pleased by the Big Reveal in today’s strip. If the artist was looking for stunned, it came across as only slightly interested instead.
Filed under Son of Stuck Funky
Tagged as Bull, football, Harry Dinkle, hatchet face, sports, VHS, WHS Scapegoats
See, at first I thought these two morons were babbling about Bull’s “last game”, the one that just happened a few months ago. But actually it’s BULL’S last game, from back in 1980-whatever. So he’s doing a retcon job on Bull’s football glory days a few months after he seemingly retired the character? Typical BanTom, he retires or kills off a character and a few months later they’re all over the place again. Dinkle, Bull, that one that died, it never ends.
So these people aren’t still lugging those clunky old camcorders around but it appears that functional VCR setups are still commonplace in Olde Westview Towne. I guess I see the point now, that hatched-face asshole Dinkle is giving Bull some new improved retconned memories to replace the ones he lost which honestly seems like a pretty fair deal to me.
No, bad calls are part of the game, actually, so you actually still actually lost.
That’s ridiculous. If the refs didn’t see that, they must have been Gil Thorp drunk. And yeah, oddnoc is exactly right. Bully Balls should just haul-off and dick-punch Dinkleberry right then and there for just making it worse.
Even if after all this time, the very unlikely event of a successful review of that play would change nothing. Too much time has gone by and it’s not as if one single bit of bad luck is why Bull’s life sucks.
Actually, it doesn’t show that he won at all. His knee was probably down before the ball crossed the goal line, and based on the angle of the camera there’s no way to tell that wasn’t the case.
@ SpacemanSpiff85 – Exactly right. Bull’s second effort really doesn’t count. The ball would be spotted where his knee touched the ground. We can add the rules of football to the list of things The Author doesn’t know about.
Why was Dinkle watching old football tapes?
Why would Bull care now?
Why do I bother reading this stupid strip?
Tom Batiuk must know that VHS camcorders are not the same as, say, an iPhone. You can hold an iPhone over your head and record video. With a VHS camcorder, you must look through the viewfinder.
Which means that this “band parent” saw with his own eyes that the touchdown was good. Right then and there.
And this person did nothing about it. He could have called the referee over and said, “Um, this is what I filmed.” And the game would have been called for the Scapegoats.
But he didn’t. Even after looking over the footage and deciding that Dinkle ought to have this tape, he said nothing.
I suppose having the football team win a game would have tarnished the glory of the marching band, so this band parent said, “I don’t care. It invalidates the dirge my kid played on his clarinet, and that is way more important than what actually happened.”
Now, surprisingly, I don’t blame Dinkle for this. I’m sure when the band parent handed over the tape and said, “Hey, some band footage!” Dinkle just said, “Fine, toss it in the box. Move along. I don’t have all day, loser.”
And decades later, he watched the tapes and discovered the win. And decided, “Well, I’m bored, guess I’ll show this to Bull.”
Because frankly, the idea that he knew about this the whole time and just decided to sit on it is a little too evil even for Dinkle.
And I’m being really, really generous here.
Why give evil credit when laziness and stupidity are standing right there? Evil takes work. No way Dinkle is going to do work.
Yep, the BatHack is at it again, making stuff up to make it easier to push out more strips , so he can get a year ahead of schedule to focus on writing.
BatHack would make for a fun comic book cover!
I’m glad more than one person caught the likelihood of physics stopping him short of the goal line.
Isn’t this just the epitome of Boomer (and really, any generation) entitlement? “If I am a failure it is through no fault of my own; it’s because the failings of others have denied me my rightful glory.”
This is not how folks react when video confirms that a bad call cost them a big game. They don’t get satisfaction out of knowing the officials screwed up, they get angry. Really angry. Hold a grudge for decades angry.
Just ask a St. Louis Cardinals fan how they feel about the 1985 World Series. “Don Denkinger” is practically a cuss word in eastern Missouri to this day.
Or how about the officials incorrectly ruling Mike Renfro’s potentially game-tying touchdown catch as out of bounds in the 3rd quarter of the 1979 AFC championship game between the Oilers and Steelers? Houstonians and former Oilers players still gripe about that, and the Oilers moved away 20 years ago.
>Which means that this “band parent” saw with his own eyes that the touchdown was good. Right then and there.
>And this person did nothing about it. He could have called the referee over and said, “Um, this is what I filmed.” And the game would have been called for the Scapegoats.
Except that, even today, the officials cannot use instant replay in high school football.
Then again, why do I have a feeling that this is actually a different game, or at least a different play, to make Bull think he’s not as much of a loser as he thinks?
Clearly, all Battyboy knows abut football is the players give him wedgies and swirlies.
And only in Batty’s pointy little bald head would this revelation (if it were actually true) make Bull feel any better. You eventually get over a hard loss. When you feel you were robbed, the bitterness lingers.
Time for Bull to storm upstairs, hop in the pick-em-on-up truck, and fishtail down the street, headed for parts unknown. Isn’t there a water tower in town he can jump off of?
to make Bull think he’s not as much of a loser as he thinks?
That’s the thing that doesn’t make any sense. Yes, Bull was part of a high school football team that didn’t win any games, but look at the rest of his life following his high school career. He got a football scholarship to this world’s Ohio State University, one of the most highly regarded football programs in the country. After that, he got a camp invite to an NFL team, which didn’t work out NOT because he wasn’t good enough, but because he claimed he got injured. So he went home to become a coach at his old high school because no one from Westview is ever allowed to leave Westview. Eventually he rose to the position of Athletic Director, and remained a coach, coaching two teams in different sports to state championships.
After he left high school, he’s actually had a career in athletics that most people in that industry would envy, and he certainly has no reason to feel inadequate or like a loser.
Charles, Batty still, to this day, resents the jocks who bullied him in high school. Turning them into losers later in life is his only joy. That, and turning the girls who wouldn’t talk to him into fat and ugly 50 year old hogs.
At the school district near me, the Athletic Director is the highest paid of all of the teaching staff, only the superintendent makes more money.
This means Bull was paid much more than Les. That is a nice thought.
But… but… Les is a Best Selling Author! And think of that kill fee he pocketed! And I’m sure Summer will slip him some of her WNBA earnings. And… what?… Just a second everybody… What’s that again? Oh. Ok. Thanks. Yeah, Summer doesn’t play basketball anymore. She retired to Vermont with her close friend and companion, Karneesha.
Meanwhile, the ‘sportos’ Bathack thinks he’s nailed barely remember he exists. In that, they join the popular girls.
It is rather amazing how he seems to think that your development ends at the end of your high school career, and that you can never move past who you were back then, nor can you put your failures behind you. You can achieve great things in your life but you’re still a loser because you once came out of the bathroom with your pants unzipped when you were 16, or something.
Trying to imagine having the newly-single Naomi Watts asking me to be her date for a number of hot Hollywood events and parties, but I take no solace in it because I’m hung up on the fact that Jenny Where-Is-She-Now wouldn’t go to the crappy Junior Prom with me.
I’d say that Les manages to avoid this stupid conceit, but he doesn’t, really. He runs into some hassles and we’re right back to the scrapbook corners and him mooning over some woman who doesn’t know his name. Or his wife and daughter look at his yearbook and he actually gets upset over their teasing.
So what. He actually won the game. That still doesn’t change the fact that he failed to make it in the NFL. Which is ultimately the goal every player dreams of. At the end of the day he is still a fucking failure. This would be like Emperor Joseph II telling Salieri in Amadeus that he actually liked his music better than Mozart. Your still someone nobody gives a damn about.