Gil Thorp by Henry Barajas and Rod Whigham for November 01, 2017

looks like your classic sprained ankle, and your eyes look a bit cloudy.

So Jean-Luc Picard is the team trainer now?

Panel 4. Rick: “That’s not my ankle.”

I bet Rick’s uncle would use that to advance a career in singing.

Rick(ey) limps off the field and immediately Uncle Tonoose, Ambulance Chaser, Esq. is on the case sending 5 more emails to Gil asking for Rick(ey) to sing the National Anthem before the next game.

Looks like your classic sprained ankle. Glad it’s not mine.

P1- The bright lumen output from the alien vessel has forced the scrappy, savvy Mike Fil(l)ion to forward pass, eyes closed. P2- Ants refuse to yield the field. P3- Why is the finest trainer in The Valley reduced to giving foot massages?

Either he’s putting weight on the injured ankle, or Picard is supporting the wrong shoulder.

P4: “no s***, sherlock”

…looks like trainer Rick Scott is handing Soto the classic loofah, not a good sign…

I thought it looked more like a Renaissance sprained ankle

Classic? but my uncle wants me to do Pop, Jazz and Easy Listening

course if it was pop it wouln’t be sprain, would it?

At least it isn’t the dreaded “high ankle sprain,” a medical condition seemingly discovered about 15 years ago and blighting the sports section ever since.

Chiphilton… I’ve heard that high ankle sprains are worse than broken ankles. However, I don’t want to try one of each, and make my own decision.

Excellent. I’m glad it isn’t one of those hipster “artisanal sprained ankles”, they cost way too much.