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Quit One for the Gimper

Oh, no they din’t.

This absurd turn of events could be construed either as a display of solidarity with their fallen co-captain, or more likely as the rest of the team realizing that without Sum’ Mo’, they don’t have a chance of winning anyway. Neither scenario makes any sense: this is a tournament game. What the hell happened to “Win one for the Gipper“? And Bull, their eunuch of a coach, is going to stand by slack-jawed as they sashay out of the gym. Boy, Westview’s athletic director is going to have his ass…oh, wait: Bull is the athletic director.

Delay of Game

Today’s flashback is narrated by Medusa’s severed head.

Panel 2: “We’re right here.” “No: you’re over there, off panel, and we are looking at you with surprised expressions, and the readers are going to have to wait until tomorrow to see why.” It’s called padding suspense.

Courting Disaster

The saga of the Blown Knee Heard Around the World continues. The gym is cleared so that the paramedics (apparently the same two that pulled Funky out of his wrecked PT Cruiser) can tend to sufferin’ Summer.

What’s up with Les in panel 1? He looks like a puppet.

How It Went Down

Cayla paints the word picture for Les. Between Our Lady of the Cedars and now “Central Catholic”, it seems that the parochial schools have just been giving the She-Goats hell.

Summer blew out her knee falling on top of two other players? I can see her getting hurt at the bottom of a pile…whatevs.

Even Slam-Dunk Summer’s injuries are spectacular: “The whole gym heard it pop!” If Wally had been at the game, no doubt he’d need Buddy by his side to keep him calm!

Bring out the Gimp

Everyone else in the room seems to be taking Summer’s injury rather well, but panicky Les is having visions of $cholarship money growing wings and flying out the window. And in addition to the apparent knee injury, Summer has curiously been rendered mute.