Tag: sports

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.

The Knights of Knee

http://www.chron.com/apps/comics/showComick.mpl?date=20110212&name=Funky_Winkerbean

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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.

Quit One for the Gimper

http://www.chron.com/apps/comics/showComick.mpl?date=20110211&name=Funky_Winkerbean

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.