Even #21 is confused, as he strikes his WTF pose in P1. I’ve hung on for a year and a half (mostly for the snarking) watching what was once my favorite strip go swirling down the drain. The loyal 21 is darn close to becoming the loyal 17.
Nice shiny floor, Mop. You’ve been working overtime lately taking care of the ice rink and wrestling mats. I hope the basketball court is not being neglected the same way the team is. They’re probably at least second or third in the valley by now.
Habibty, Hobibty, Hoo. Mrs. Rimshot auditions for the part of this strip’s Fairy Godmother. We’re all waiting to see if she can turn this strip into an interesting high school sports strip again.
Either Leo’s obligatory wrist sweatband miraculously changed colors from P1 to P3 or he managed to change into a sport coat (replete with exposed cuff) at mid-court.
Put a fork in Gil. And, in this strip. And, in me. All done.