I really don’t know what’s even supposed to be funny here. Which makes it just like 99% of the rest of Funky Winkerbean for the last five years or so. Bull has nothing to do with what? Nominating himself? If he knows that was other guys on the team, why didn’t he say anything about being nominated, since he apparently already knew? Also, I don’t think random teammates are enough to nominate something to a hall of fame.
The funniest part of this strip is the fact that the poster so obviously says “Go Scapegoat” rather than Scapegoats which is just sad.
Tag: Westview High School
Hall of Lame
The idea of a “Westview Sports Hall of Fame” is one of the funniest things in this strip in a long time. The gag for basically this entire strip is that Westview High is absolutely terrible at sports, so why is there even a hall of fame? Who else would even be in the hall of fame? It’s got to just be Summer. Maybe Keesha. How could they not have inducted Bull when he retired and they literally renamed the field after him? This would make a whole lot more sense if the “Westview Sports Hall of Fame” was just something Montoni’s does, and it’s referring to the hall leading to the bathrooms where Funky displays photos of his classmates or something.
Watch Out, The World’s Behind You
As always, Sunday’s strips are a mystery unavailable beforehand. But like a cold, damp Montoni’s pizza where you can taste nothing but grease, they’re a mystery whose solution is never fun.
I assume we’re going to get more of Wally’s graduation party, with perhaps a bit of sermonizing on the plight of the immigrant. The problem, as always, is that Batiuk refuses to do the minimal research necessary to get the facts right, so all his arguments end up being just flat out wrong.
You’d think his desperate attempts to appear Significant would make him refine his methods so he doesn’t come off as Willfully Ignorant. But I guess chasing awards doesn’t leave much time for anything other than Flash comics.
Advise-a-Bull
One of the perks of being a retired Westview faculty member, I guess, is unfettered access to all areas of the campus. You’d think that an athlete who’s just set a new team record might be surrounded by teammates and well-wishers, but here’s #31 just sitting alone at his locker, still in uniform, savoring his accomplishment until Bull can manage to make his way down from the cheap seats.
“Have you got any advice for me?” Sure!
“Don’t take up tennis! You’ll need to buy two rackets!”
“Don’t take up jogging! You’ll keep running into Funky and Les!”
“Better get started on the Rogaine, your hairline’s receding almost as much as mine!”
Batteredday, September 1
Today’s strip was not available for preview. I would apologize, but I’m not sure I’m sorry I did not have to see it in advance.
Is it simply more of Dinkle’s megalomania? Yeah, probably. Dinkle, of course, has always been a megalomaniac, but his megalomania has gone from cartoonish and over-the-top to appalling and monstrous. Some of that is due to the fact that this strip’s tone has become so self-serious that attempts at humor seem either discordant or simply illustratitive of terrible behavior.
As much as that, though, Dinkle has changed too. In Acts I and II, his constant appearance in full dress uniform with his eyes always hidden under the bill of his cap gave him a cartoonish appearance to match his portrayal as obsessive perfectionist for whom marching bands are the pinnacle of human existence. Since his “retirement”, however, he has taken on the appearance of post-2010 Chevy Chase, and has come to behave much like Chase is said to off-camera.
To visualize, he went from this:
To this:
Son of Stuck Funky 
