Tag: Summer

Ball 4 All

I was raised up believin’
I was somehow unique
Like a snowflake, distinct among snowflakes
Unique in each way you can see.

And now after some thinkin’
I’d say I’d rather be
A functioning cog in some great machinery
Servin’ something beyond me.

But I don’t, I don’t know what that will be.
I’ll get back to you someday
Soon you will see.

“Helplessness Blues“,  Fleet Foxes

Anyone out there still doubt that Summer Moore is the heart, soul, and mended knee of Westview Girls’ Hoops? Today’s strip should erase any such doubt.  “All 4 1” indeed. The Specialest Snowflake rises from the tiles to assume her rightful place as numera una, much to the glee of her adoring teammates.

I actually like the last panel (really!), especially Summer’s crazed look and knobby little fist, and Second Black Girl’s halo-ed fro’. Credit where due: it’s pretty good visual storytelling (even though the story sucks) and given the low perspective, TB manages to not make them all look weird.

Gastro Geyser

Inside the Schottenstein Center* at The Ohio State University, Annie and her Goats take the floor for warmups, but Coach Bull has to inquire as to the whereabouts of his superstar player. I don’t know who this guy “Ralph” is, but someone oughta tell him that use of that Big White Phone is strictly reserved! What Keisha meant to tell Coach is that Summer is “driving the porcelain bus”. Or “laughing at the ground”. Or “throwing it into reverse”. Or…

(* Hat tip to Helskor for location scouting!)

All That and a Bag of Chips

I’ll just skip the icky exchange in today’s first panel. I’m scratching my head over what follows: “…I’m baking!” “Maybe you’re hungry.” What? I’ve experienced the occasional headache from skipping breakfast, but fever? And aren’t you supposed to starve a fever (and feed a cold)? The offer of some chips is met with an Ulp! from Summer. Gee: fever and nausea? Could it be a case of…the flu? Darin must be paying his rent in germs.

Hoop-la!

Well, you knew the Westview girls were going to the State Championships…TB himself spilled it in an interview five months ago. So today’s strip is anticlimactic. No matter; there’s plenty to goof on here. The girls’ penultimate victory seems to be celebrated by only two players, the coach, and four fans (one of them wearing UGG Boots®!). Assistant coach Fishstick Annie, ostensibly the reason for their remarkable success, is nowhere to be seen. Maybe that’s her,  standing out of frame and bellowing “WE’RE IN THE CHAMPIONSHIP GAME!!” at the top of her lungs (and in big, bold, Dr. Seuss letters).