Her bedside manner sucks, but at least give Dr. Patella credit for not being the usual smirking, sarcastic, condescending type of medical practitioner usually depicted in this strip. But maybe that’s the kind of medicine Summer needs, to snap her out of her denial. Meanwhile, Les’ pussified expression of horror in panel 2 provides today’s laugh.
In the examination room, Dr. Patella (yeah, TB, we get it) seems to think that a torn ACL would spell the end of her young patient’s hoop dreams . “Yeah, well, knee’s blown, you’re done. Next!” Not so fast, Dr. Kneecap! This is Summer Effing Moore you’re talking about. Really, what doctor in this situation would immediately presume that their young patient would automatically give up sports?
Instead of “Dr. Patella”, I wish Les had taken his princess to this guy (who actually sort of resembles Dr. Tom Batiuk):
“Maybe this specialist, who is a knee specialist and whose waiting room we apparently are sitting in right now, will have some good news about your knee.” Why not just show a sign on the wall that says “Office of the Knee Specialist”? Nah, wordy spoken exposition is a hallmark of FW. But Summer is not listening to Les’ blather. She’s fiddling with a digital device that’s too big to be a Blackberry or iPhone and too small to be an iPad.
“Keisha just Tweeted” her? Everybody knows teens don’t Tweet, but it just sounds even more “now” than “Keisha just texted me” so let’s go with it.
And in case you were asking what could be even more implausible than a high school team forfeiting a tournament game because their star player got hurt, well, here’s your answer. “We refuse your forfeit, Westview She-Goats! We want you to kick our asses, fair and square!“
A week’s worth of strips bring us back to the Moore kitchen, and absentee father Les is finally up to speed on what transpired while he was off reliving the college angst we never knew about.
The forfeit of a tournament game by the She-Goats over a rather routine injury to their co-captain has caused massive unrest among the FW snark community. Batiuk has outdone himself this time: his “quarter-inch from reality” has expanded to about a light year. Anyone familiar with team sports played at any level can see the patent absurdity of an entire team throwing in the towel under these circumstances.
In the real world:
The players would want to finish the game, and try even harder to win to honor the injured player’s sacrifice.
The injured player would be mortified, and would dissuade the rest of the team from taking such action.
The coach would never allow his team to unilaterally decide to forfeit a game, particularly during a tournament.
But in the Funkiverse, this is business as usual. Les isn’t a bit surprised by the ridiculous turn of events, and Panel 2 Summer is passing “aw shucks” sidelong looks of love at her bestie.
Well, now we know why sonofstuckfunky.wordpress.com (and stuckfunky.wordpress.com) got the plug pulled. Here is the letter that Batiuk’s lawyers sent to the WordPress.com folks. They are not happy with the “unauthorized use of the Funky Winkerbean name, trademark, or comic strips” on the site. They go on to ask the WordPress people to provide them with my name, address, and email address.
I’m still reeling from having the plug pulled, then was feeling great about being able to move the blog so quickly. Now I’m feeling pretty anxious. I don’t have a lawyer, I (obviously) don’t have a deep knowledge of copyright, and really don’t need to get sued.
This turn of events ought to tell you everything you need to know about Tom Batiuk’s sense of humor.
I will collect my thoughts and decide on the course of action going forward. In the meantime, thank you, friends, for your support.