Link to today’s strip (eventually).
As usual, Sunday’s exertion was not available for preview. Perhaps it’ll be another semi-pleasant interlude with Funky and Holly, though since they got their own…”story” last week, Batiuk might feel we’re sick of them. And he’d be right! Of course, we’re sick of all of his characters, but no matter.
Maybe it will be a bunch of pictures of houses or trees or something, with no characters. That would be the best Sunday strip ever!
21 responses to “It’s all the Streets you crossed not so long ago”
I know virtually nothing about football, but somehow Batiuk knows less than I do. Aren’t those benches wooden? Why would you have electrical cables near them, or anywhere near the sidelines, where players and officials could trip over them?
Football benches are metal.
In old-fashioned Worstview, where they still tape “permanent” signs to walls and doors?
“Electrical cables behind the visitors bench” sounds like basketball, but he doesn’t specify the sport, does he? That would make the joke work better, because we can visualize it more easily.
A crude pun, a smirking Les Moore–if only Batiuk had managed to work “asses” into it, it would be a trifecta of infantile humor.
Eh, it’s pretty much an Act I gag. And what a time that was, Act I, when electrocution was a bigger danger to football players than TB’s maudlin story telling and inability to understand the simplest facts about CTE.
It’s funny because they’re just dumb sportos and not “real” people. Like with Bull. It’s what made the CTE arc and Bull’s suicide so hilarious and…
Oh wait, you mean that WASN’T being played for laughs? Well, that changes everything!
Batiuk is turning the mood serious by having That Snothumor deliver the news.
Five panels to make a two panel joke. The first two panels of countdown add literally nothing, and both panels are the same. So we get nothing twice! Such storytelling.
The real cringe-worthy stuff is to come. Bushkageist heralds in a month beefing because Linda can’t actually profit from suicide despite not noticing it was happening.
On the plus side, Lumpy Black Guy at least attempted to make himself presentable before he went before the camera. So he’s got that on disheveled slob Owen and Stank-baseball-shirt-wearing Bernie.
Owen was The Bleat’s Chuck Todd. This kid (and I wish Batiuk would give him a damn name) is The Bleat’s Don Lemon.
But who won? How did the Scapegoats do against a team that dropped dead? Did they forfeit the game out of sympathy or did they need three extra plays to score the winning goal?
Two words: pocket pool.
Your superior technical expertise (surely superior to mine), portrays Less’ deft onanism.
I want to give this picture of Les to these Hollywood people who paid his kill fee. You know, because they weren’t being respectful enough about Lisa’s death. And here he is smirking his face off about a bunch of high school children being electrocuted in front of their friends and family.
Who knows, maybe they can sue him to get it back.
When Ted Forth does this, he comes up empty. “Damn! Left them in Sally’s purse again!”
If this is his introduction to what appears to be a continuation of the CTE arc, all I can say is that he has serious unresolved issues with the high school “sportos”.
So Bull, with his crippling CTE that made him take an indeterminate number of weeks to find car keys that were cleverly hidden in the car-key drawer, had a cunning plan to kill himself in a car crash whilst wearing his high-school football helmet. Also, electrocuting teen athletes is funny, especially when we’re told about it in a visual medium that could have shown it to us.
It makes you wonder what Batominc’s take on Wile E. Coyote would have been.
A one panel horizontal would have been great showing the basketball team getting zapped in the azz, but i guess the komix ain’t a visual medium.
Do newscasters read reports off paper sheets nowadays?