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I’m disappointed that this episode doesn’t end with “you were going to run!” like the last two.
AW! How kind of Doug Downlowe to let Bull retrieve his dignity and then Todd Bottock have Bull’s shoe lace come undone.
I still don’t understand why Bull wouldn’t be in attendance at the WHS football game, as his memory seems fine and he’s obviously healthy enough for some good-natured front lawn horseplay. Dinkle “retired” and never left, but Bull can’t even watch his beloved Goats from the stands?
In fact, having Bull run into this Buck asshole at a WHS game would make a hell of a lot more sense than having Buck go to a WHS game, meander around for a few hours then head directly to Bull’s front door regarding a fleeting football memory from forty (or fifty) years ago. Buck never asked anyone about Bull or where he might find him, he just showed up at his door. It’s not just a stupid character, it’s an impossible one. All because he couldn’t be bothered to spend sixty seconds writing a normal story.
Provided that NewBull left at the end of the game, OldBull could have been in attendance. Still stupid that he decided to come over at what must be 10:30 at night.
How would you even tip a play where the center runs the ball, and is also the only player on the team?
I showed some of this week’s strips to my son, the former all-state defensive lineman. He was momentarily baffled by them, then declared the story to be “#@%! stupid.” Out of the mouths of sportos…
Hell, all I ever played was JV football and I could have told you it was bullshit
It didn’t take long for him to devolve into “Doughy-faced White Man”, did it? Add that onto the stupid premise and we get more marking time until Batiuk reaches his stupid arbitrary milestone.
So, beyond the lesson on “Batty-Rules Football” , what’s the point of this arc?
One day closer to 50 years. That’s all he cares about anymore.
I saw some stuff posted at CK last week about the Nat’l. Cartoonist Society’s Gold T-Square Award, for 50 years in the profession (according to what’s posted on the NCS’s own website). It was pointed out the even though Milt Caniff and Sparky Schulz both had over 50 years in cartooning, neither got the award. So, there must be a lot more to qualifying for the award than just working in the biz for half a century. Thus, Tommy Boy might put in his time, and still not get the award.
If I recall, the cartoonist in question has to have an unbroken run–no other artists or writers. I think Schulz has some artist come in to help in the 1970’s or 80’s.
You just warmed the cockles of my heart.
Actually, Peanuts ended a few months short of 50 years which may be why Schulz never got the award.
1. More antics from 55-year-old children… Yet ironically the actual teens in the strip act like senior citizens.
2. Batiuk actually held back here… I’m genuinely shocked he didn’t find a way to get both Bull and Buck in uniform and into the real game… And don’t anyone tell me that’s too outrageous after he let the mascot and the homecoming Queen in full formal Wear score winning TDs against BWT…
For a strip that talks about football a lot, it really doesn’t know much about the game does it?
Yet it still is slightly more accurate than Gil Thorp (don’t get me started)
Here’s a challenge for everyone here. What does the strip talk about a lot that it does know a lot about (aside from comic books).
it’s not that accurate about comic books either.
Please… Funkyverse characters know jack shit about comics… Even when they exercise their geekery, i.e. Flash museum, their knowledge doesn’t go any further than basic, vanilla facts.
The awkward sexual lives of the late middle-aged.
I’ll admit, I find the idea of two old guys enthusiastically running football drills in the front yard at night almost endearing. One tiny thing I acutally love Batty for is showing old guys still participating in the sport they love. Cranky’s playing old dude softball genuinely warms the cockles of my heart.
The effect is totally lost today by Bull’s terrifying tiny doll-face, which has actually gotten scarier since I made a ‘face transplant’ joke. I guess his body is rejecting the foreign tissue and we’ll spend the rest of the week watching it shrivel and slough off in excruciating detail.
Meanwhile over on the Batty blog, Batty is all jazzed up cause he is the next Jerry Siegel. Aww man, if ya gotta promote yourself like that, you really aren’t all that.