Close to Home by John McPherson for February 06, 2021

You two may land in the seats on the fifty yard line. But i don’t think you’ll be in good enough condition to watch the game.

It looks like Dalcon is chasing Bleeb. Run Bleeb, run!!

Good luck at getting those 50 yard line seats boys. Happy Landings!

What could possibly go wrong??

He’s so confident he’s even holding his beer.

Either that or the tree will just slam you down in the next yard. I’ve seen enough Roadrunner cartoons to know how this will end.

I see a “Darwin Award” in your future! Come back after launch!

If wrong we will be faceplanted in the yard in 5 seconds.

Or landing in the neighbor’s driveway face first in about three seconds.

Now pay attention, kids. You’re about to learn several important lessons. And there WILL be a test later.

I’m amused by the wife’s expression. I imagine her thought bubble reads something like, “That’s a million in life insurance I can collect…”

And if you’ve ever seen a Wile E. Coyote cartoon, you’ll be disabused of this idea in about 0.4 seconds.

Here hold my Beer !

Where are your masks?

On a more successful note, Robert Craft invited 7500 front line healthcare workers to the Superbowl.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7OcGlPW2NtE

…and in the next panel they are planted in the neighbors yard and the dog is licking up their beer.

Even though there’s leaves on the tree, I don’t think spring has sprung where I’m located.

Darn! I was never that good at math.

Not according to Newton, you won’t.

Don’t Bleeb and Dalcon ever get tired?

See two bleeps

I don’t think he is calculating correctly! ;o)

Betcha big money it will be an incomplete “faux-ward pas”.

Or be dead. One or the other….

Bleeb and Delcon battling over what they thought was flying saucer, turns out it was a Weber grill.

They are going to need a new fence.

Looks like they’ll be impaled on that picket fence.

There will be a delay of game, until they scrape them off the 50 yard line.

She looks very happy to be able to wield that axe on the rope.

I suppose the sequence of events laid out before us, is designed to predict an end that can only be foreseen in our imaginations. Of the many possible outcomes in which this particular scenario could arrive at it’s inevitable ending… I’m supposing that we are all, rather steadily, seeing an ending that mostly resembles any number of Road Runner and Coyote cartoons, such as the one where Wile E. Coyote cuts the rope to the catapult and is thereby simultaneously launched and body slammed into the ground directly in front of him. Having laid out this scenario in a manner that most can comprehend, allow me a chance to see if I can shorten my somewhat lengthy description by using mountain biking speak:

… They’re gonna Shralp with a gnarly Endo, followed by a Kicker Faceplant…

Or you’ll be watching the game from a hospital bed

If you’re wrong you’ll be in intensive care in three minutes and 40 seconds…

I’m just impressed with the job that stake is doing.

Or……. you could be sitting face down in the middle of the neighbors garden.

Maybe they have a trampoline in the next yard?!! :)

Run, Bleeb, RUN!!!!!!!!!! :)

Poor Bleeb; he’s been having a rough week thanks to Dalcon. :(

No first class seating?

Disqualified !! Too many players on the field.

I wonder if they used google maps to plot their trajectory or they are just winging it.

Hope the neighbours don’t mind the noise, and flashing lights

if they’re not correct, we’ll smack right into that house

and in jail in 3 minutes and 45 seconds.