Nice melting-face profile on Bull in panel 2!
I’d imagine that rehabbing a knee can be especially hard work for someone who is not a licensed physical therapist. Naw, that’s just kooky Coach Bushka’s way of trying to get a rise out of his star player (and it’s working).
“Got our season back” is in the running to become the next “coming reunion” phrase…
I have no idea why everyone had to leave the country club and travel to Montoni’s, in sleeting weather no less, to tally up the take from the “Save the Sports” raffle. To the astonishment of no one who reads this blog, the fundraiser was a huge success. Future prom couple Summer and Keisha throw discretion to the wind and use the occasion to engage in a PDA*.
(*Public display of affection)
Screw football, boy’s basketball, and all other Westview sports: everybody knows that the Lady Scapegoats basketball team reigns above all other sports teams, thanks of course to Summer “Specialest Snowflake” Moore. Whatever will capture the imagination of the Westviewvians now that there’s no more girls’ hoops?
Re: panel 3: “You can stack the deck all you want…but chance gets the last deal.” I thought the whole point of “stacking the deck” was to eliminate chance. Maybe TB is really just tipping the Funky fedora to his fellow cartoonist Chance Browne?
I like how Les doesn’t just look through the window as Summer shoots baskets in the driveway; he has to surreptitiously peer from behind a curtain. Finally he makes his presence known and attempts to engage his “kiddo” in some father-daughter chat, offering a baseball analogy to his hoops-dreamin’ daughter. Way to rebound, Les. Try not to show your fear of the ball!
This partnership is off to a less-than-promising start. A real man would tell his mate “Let’s tell our daughters that we just got engaged” (and did they not see Summer and Keisha, stoned again and shooting hoops in the driveway when they got home?). Rather than acting as head of this soon-to-be-blended family, Les flails his wrist and snivels: “So…who wants to tell the girls?” as he and Cayla make a beeline for that ol’ porch swing. None of it matters, since Keisha and Summer – those imps! – have snuck within earshot just in time to hear Les bring the Sunday-only readers up to speed.
