I like guest hosting. I really do. A better host, however, could have come up with *something* to snark about here in today’s strip. Me? I’m trying to get blood out of a turnip here!
Never Forget. (That the Scapegoats Suck)
Ya know, a SMALL nod to the event that changed the course of America might be nice. This is the funnies, of course, it’s not like I’m asking Garfield to stare sullenly at an American flag for three panels but it’s a little off that a strip that deals in melancholy as currency would pass up the chance to remember what happened on this date in New York City over a decade ago.
No such luck. Instead, today’s strip is just a time-marking daily grind forward until the next real story arc. Even the telephone pole and goal post weigh in on the current situation with some of the most weirdly-spaced dialog balloons since Mark Trail!
Bull-oney
Well, well, look at what we’re saddled with for the rest of the week! More observations that the Scapegoats indeed suck like a 5 Amp Hoover.
In today’s strip it’s obvious that Bull grabbing whatever he feels like out of the Lost and Found and everyone seems okay with this. Cell phone? Wallet? The only “scoring” Coach is doing is when he runs to the pawn shop to sell off Nintendo 3-DSs left on the bus.
Nate isn’t aging as well as the rest of his peers; Bull looks like the New Year’s Baby, Jim has a face as smooth as glass yet meanwhile Nate has “lovingly” been drawn out to mostly resemble a California Raisin.
Goodness Gracious
Lower your expectations! I’m left to swim in BeckoningChasm’s wake after his most excellent guest hosting duties. A tip of the Funky Fedora to you, BC!
Now, onto the snark.
Quick, Les, take a seat with the rest of the class so we can pick *someone* we know out of this sea of unknown students. Cody, Owen, pressed into service as one of the only two students we’ve been introduced to in this gaggle of malformed, floating heads, does his best with the predictable but bad news he’s been given in today’s strip.
Hoo-boy. I hope this strip doesn’t indicate we’re in for a cycle (recycle) of “The Scapegoats are terrible” knee-slappers. That could make for a long snark fortnight for yours truly!
What’s the Catch?
Your old pal TFH checking in today. I fear that, after turning author duties over to the esteemed Beckoning Chasm, Epicus Doomus, and, next week, David O, that my snark reflex has begun to atrophy. Because I look at today’s strip and see the same old contemporary issues being depicted in a thought-provoking and sensitive manner and I feel like to puke.
A Scapegoats receiver goes for the ball: will he catch it? No, and he’ll look like a spaz in the attempt (but at least that Goats’ defender knows how to hit). Fat, beady-eyed Coach Bull “ta-weeeets” his displeasure, and takes”Ryan” aside to offer him some useless advice: “you might as well catch it.” Ryan, being a teenager, expresses his complete lack of comprehension of the most fundamental aspect of what he’s supposed to be doing. This cluelessness is usually Owen’s schtick, though Maddie (before she disappeared) and any number of Mr. Moore’s anon-o-students have shown the same lack of guile (anytime a teen in this strip (anytime a teen utters the word “seriously?”, get ready for a “punchline”).
Son of Stuck Funky 
