Tag: Westview High School

Sunday Morning Quarterback

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Sure, Bull played football in his glory days (though not as a QB). But doesn’t everyone associate tossing wads of paper into a wastebasket with, um, basketball? Not in the bizarro world that is Westview! Bull sees the trashcan not as a stationary goal but as a mobile and sentient wide receiver. What sport does he coach again? But I guess if he was pretending to be shooting baskets, he’d have no excuse for missing every one. To readers whose newspapers don’t run the upper “throwaway” panels, the “joke” is even more perplexing.

The thing that today’s strip gets right, though, is the cold, sickly glow of institutional fluorescent lighting.

*Crickets*

America’s breakfast tables are treated to a hilarious Sunday FW recurring theme: laying somebody to rest. You may be asking yourself ‘I don’t get it, what’s the joke here?’ Is it the fact our esteemed author unearthed this guy out of the FW character graveyard for the sole purpose of killing him? No. Keep in mind that against all odds this square-jawed, hat wearing, hero-to-nobody managed to never win a game and somehow kept his job. Sure he could have been satisfied with being the biggest statistical anomaly in all of high school sports, but that wasn’t enough. In true Westview fashion, this guy couldn’t win at losing. For a coach who spent decades charged with the task of motivating young men to succeed on the field (and presumably, in life), it sure seemed like his focus was more on being Ohio’s own Casey Stengel…and less on teaching the likes of Bull how one actually cleans somebody’s clock. It didn’t seem to matter who won; rather, coach Strapp preached ‘he who loses last, laughs best.’ The ultimate punchline of Coach Strapp’s life seems to be on the surviving residents of Westview; for his losing legacy doesn’t need to be memorialized with an annual death march. They’re living the Strapp legacy each and every day.

-Stuckfunky

Was It Good for You, Too?



“So Coach took care of me.” On more than one occasion, too, judging by the wordless exchange in panel 1. So Bull turns out not to be a bully at all, but rather someone who goes to great lengths to protect meek Les while keeping his tough jock cred.

Why? What’s in it for Bull? Is Les doing Bull’s homework? Looking the other way as Bull moseys past his hall monitor machine gun nest? Has Les hacked into Westview’s sentient computer and hiked up his grades?

Oh, who the hell cares! Today’s the first anniversary of Son of Stuck Funky! Without making too big a deal of it, I’d just like to thank each and every one of you who reads this blog, and most especially the ones who contribute comments and ideas that keep things lively and make it worth coming back! It’s been a fun and interesting year…the highlight, of course, was logging in one Feburary morning to find that WordPress had shut us down!

Proof at last that Mr. Tom Batiuk (and his lawyers) know we exist. But the Snarkoalypse was short lived, and SoSF was back up and running in less than a day. A number of readers sent encouraging emails at that juncture. The biggest surprise was an email from the original Stuck Funky author! SF gave a little background on why the original blog petered out, and gave me his blessing in carrying on the snark. He also expressed some interest in guest-blogging. So I’m very pleased to announce that for the next seven days, I’m hopping into the rumble seat and turning over the keys to the original Stuck Funky!

In the Closet

The weirdest beatdown in high school history commences. Leaving his henchmen in the hall, Bull strides manfully through a pool of Les’ piss, closes the door, hauls off and…slaps him? What happened to that promised fist-down-throat action? “Smack”? “Ahhhhh”? Are they…kissing? Meanwhile, “Boom Boom”, arms folded, gives an approving “um-hmmm“, Wally Ohcho Dos makes an “attaboy!” gesture, and…well, TB’s just given up trying to draw new tertiary characters, so we have to settle for the back of the blond guy’s head.