Crankshaft, 8/1/25

OK, fine, I guess if I'm doing Crankshaft two days in a row, I will explain why Ed and Jeff were in an airport yesterday: It's because Pam accidentally spilled bleach on Jeff's inexplicably beloved Winnipeg Blue Bombers shirt, and so to make it up to her husband she bought tickets to an actual Blue Bombers game for him and Ed, and now they're flying from Cleveland to Winnipeg (a route many in the aviation industry call "the saddest city pair in North America") to see some red-hot Canadian Football League action. Anyway, today I'm mostly mad about Jeff saying "No pun intended," for two somewhat contradictory reasons. On the one hand, "passed the quarterback test" is barely wordplay, like homeopathic levels of wordplay, like "pass" and "quarterback" are in the same sentence but they're not really relating to each other in any kind of grammatical sense applicable to football; and yet, on the other hand, because this is Ed Crankshaft we're talking about, a pun was absolutely intended. The man hasn't gone more than three sentences without intending a pun in his entire life.

Beetle Bailey, 8/1/25