Stropp Dead

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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!

Beat It

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In a flashback, Bully Bull Bushka is about to make Helmet Head Les spit bloody Chiclets. There’s a life lesson in today’s strip, kids: years removed from high school, the strapping jock has become a feeble, wishy-washy, paunchy middle-aged man, while the meek nerd…has also become a feeble, wishy-washy, paunchy middle-aged man.

The Girls of Sum' Mo'

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The She-Goats return to the hardwood to resume the un-forfeited game. How exactly does “TEAM ON ONE” work? “One—TEAM!” Isn’t it usually “on three“? Admittedly, I never played team sports, so I could be ignorant… or this could be just another thing that Batiuk Gets Wrong. But even TB must face the fact that someone with a torn ACL can’t suit up for a game the day after. Yet even on crutches,  Sum’ Mo’ finds herself at the center of all the attention.

Koo Koo Ka Chew

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As he struggles to stow Summer’s crutches in the back of their tiny Batiukmobile®, Les halfheartedly opines that maybe a basketball career isn’t in the cards for his daughter. Plucky Summer sees through his BS, and shuts him up with a non-sequitur which I’m convinced Batiuk found over at tvtropes.org. I was so excited when I saw this that I posted to the forums there, only to have the tropers dismiss me as a n00b.