The snark stand-down remains in effect today. Clearly, “Mitch” isn’t an Olympic contender, but is showing a sense of humor (of all things!) in the face of physical and emotional trauma. You go, Mitch! Note to Wally: maybe next trip, instead of bringing your dog? Bring along your ex-wife/”widow” Becky, so she can see that using a prosthetic is not a sign of weakness.
Tag: physical therapy
Gym Buddy
Today we meet Buddy’s friends down at the VA. It’s kind of hard to snark on this scene, given our deep respect for our wounded warriors…but I will allow myself a teeny chuckle at that clumsily-rendered prosthetic arm with its itty-bitty little fist.
Bull-o-Knee
Summer’s “rehab” continues: she has graduated from the Barcalounger to an armchair. Although, rather than appearing “ripped“, her knee seems to have atrophied somewhat since the injury. By way of conversation, Summer brings up, in a roundabout way, the torment that her father suffered at the hands of her latter-day coach slash physical therapist, triggering in Bull a sepia-toned flashback. Suddenly mindful that Summer can’t run away with that bum knee, Bull leans in menacingly…
Stropp Dead
Here’s the strip.
Oh, man. The cancer’s back. In the space of seven panels, The Writer reaches back into FW’s warmly-remembered Act I to bring forward a minor character and then kill him with the Big C. What? You don’t remember “John Stropp”? Maybe you remember him as Coach Jack Stropp. Get it now? But why does Les look so sad? He never played football. I guess Lisa’s experience makes him extra-simpatico towards other victims of the dread disease. Or…could the wheels in Les’ head be starting to turn? Hmmm: Stropp’s Story. Could be a book deal here!
A Great Week in Westview
Here’s a link to today’s comic.
Bull’s a real taskmaster, huh? Summer just looks totally wiped after what must have been a good fifteen or twenty minutes on Les’ Barcalounger, swinging her calf while Bull counted to 2 on his fingers. She’ll be “ripped” in no time. More like her chances of a full recovery and of a basketball scholarship are being “ripped” away from her. Les, if you won’t seek professional help for your issues, at least get a pro to work on your daughter’s.
None of it matters, though, because as these panels from this week attest, everything is Just. Effin’. Great:
