Here’s a link to today’s strip.
The She-Goats return to the hardwood to resume the un-forfeited game. How exactly does “TEAM ON ONE” work? “One—TEAM!” Isn’t it usually “on three“? Admittedly, I never played team sports, so I could be ignorant… or this could be just another thing that Batiuk Gets Wrong. But even TB must face the fact that someone with a torn ACL can’t suit up for a game the day after. Yet even on crutches, Sum’ Mo’ finds herself at the center of all the attention.
Here’s a link to today’s comic…
“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:
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.
PLUS:
EQUALS:
TB, if you are gonna use the exact same setup for two strips about three weeks apart, then yeah, I’m gonna mash them up in Photoshop and make fun of your work. The players have forfeited a first-round tournament game to go hang in the ER with their injured co-cap’n (and um, shouldn’t she have some ice on that thing?) And co-cap’n, rather than ream out this bunch of quitters, is only too content to lie back and bask in the adulation.
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.
Son of Stuck Funky 
