Today TB confounds probably 85% of his loyal fans by dropping the word “vlogs” into his strip (it’s made even more confusing in that damn Funky Winkerbean comic font…”VhO6S”?). 
Upon being introduced to Jinx, Miss Haystack Head immediately goes into self-effacing mode, because in Westview, nobody’s creative output is worthwhile unless their name is Les Moore. Bull and Jinx immediately respond by ignoring Jessica.
Tag: Bull
Blabber Bull
So: is Bull really this stupid and clueless? Or does he enjoy being a shit-disturber?
Where does he come up with the “new address: Splitsville” line? Does he watch Access: Hollywood? Is there no suitable sports analogy, like “Les and Cayla’s romance is on the 15-day DL”? Susan’s initial reaction to the “Splitsville” news is studiously casual, but when Bull goes on to mention the “movie deal” she nearly loses it: she’s all lines-flying-from-the-head, triangle-mouthed, and making that hand-to-the-bosom gesture like Blondie. Bull suddenly remembers he’s been told to keep this news to himself. “Nuts”, he says (second time in a week TB’s invoked that old-timey expression), and “nuts” is what Susan surely is about to go…
Got Your Numbnuts
In the aftermath of the Les-pocalypse, jilted Cayla confides in Linda over coffee in the faculty workroom. Linda takes the opportunity to entice Cayla into a lesbian affair, but her overture is immediately interrupted when husband Bull arrives on the scene. Linda sheepishly reverts to the role of doting wife, and Bull responds with, what else, a sports-themed quip. And um, one doesn’t retire one’s own number, the team does.
Sunday Morning Quarterback
Sure, Bull played football in his glory days (though not as a QB). But doesn’t everyone associate tossing wads of paper into a wastebasket with, um, basketball? Not in the bizarro world that is Westview! Bull sees the trashcan not as a stationary goal but as a mobile and sentient wide receiver. What sport does he coach again? But I guess if he was pretending to be shooting baskets, he’d have no excuse for missing every one. To readers whose newspapers don’t run the upper “throwaway” panels, the “joke” is even more perplexing.
The thing that today’s strip gets right, though, is the cold, sickly glow of institutional fluorescent lighting.
*Crickets*
America’s breakfast tables are treated to a hilarious Sunday FW recurring theme: laying somebody to rest. You may be asking yourself ‘I don’t get it, what’s the joke here?’ Is it the fact our esteemed author unearthed this guy out of the FW character graveyard for the sole purpose of killing him? No. Keep in mind that against all odds this square-jawed, hat wearing, hero-to-nobody managed to never win a game and somehow kept his job. Sure he could have been satisfied with being the biggest statistical anomaly in all of high school sports, but that wasn’t enough. In true Westview fashion, this guy couldn’t win at losing. For a coach who spent decades charged with the task of motivating young men to succeed on the field (and presumably, in life), it sure seemed like his focus was more on being Ohio’s own Casey Stengel…and less on teaching the likes of Bull how one actually cleans somebody’s clock. It didn’t seem to matter who won; rather, coach Strapp preached ‘he who loses last, laughs best.’ The ultimate punchline of Coach Strapp’s life seems to be on the surviving residents of Westview; for his losing legacy doesn’t need to be memorialized with an annual death march. They’re living the Strapp legacy each and every day.
-Stuckfunky
Son of Stuck Funky 
