Les – Page 215 – Son of Stuck Funky

We Don't Need No Steenking Forfeit!

“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!“

Kneed-ful Things

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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.

Courting Disaster

The saga of the Blown Knee Heard Around the World continues. The gym is cleared so that the paramedics (apparently the same two that pulled Funky out of his wrecked PT Cruiser) can tend to sufferin’ Summer.

What’s up with Les in panel 1? He looks like a puppet.

How It Went Down

Cayla paints the word picture for Les. Between Our Lady of the Cedars and now “Central Catholic”, it seems that the parochial schools have just been giving the She-Goats hell.

Summer blew out her knee falling on top of two other players? I can see her getting hurt at the bottom of a pile…whatevs.

Even Slam-Dunk Summer’s injuries are spectacular: “The whole gym heard it pop!” If Wally had been at the game, no doubt he’d need Buddy by his side to keep him calm!

Bring out the Gimp

Everyone else in the room seems to be taking Summer’s injury rather well, but panicky Les is having visions of $cholarship money growing wings and flying out the window. And in addition to the apparent knee injury, Summer has curiously been rendered mute.