One of my favorite cartoons growing up was Mr. Magoo.
Good old retiree Quincy Magoo (voiced by Jim Backus).
He was wealthy, rather short in stature and tall in stubbornness.
Of course, he always was in comical situations due to his extreme nearsightedness and somehow, through uncanny streaks of luck, would come out on top — virtually unscathed.
I was reminded of Quincy (yes, I am sure we would be on a first name basis) while checking out yesterday’s Floyd Dryden and Dzantik’i Heeni middle school soccer matches at Adair Kennedy Field.
I don’t know why.
This whole middle school situation just felt like something Magoo would be involved in.
Old Magoo, bumbling and stumbling over the top of a sleeping Wolverine, teetering on the edge of an Eagle’s nest, bending over to tie his shoe at the precise moment a Knight’s lance thrusts his way.
As I thought of Quincy, the soccer match grabbed my attention.
No “B” and “C” teams were getting ready to play.
I was told DZ would not be playing “B” and “C” teams on the road, a.k.a, across town. I was told the three yearly soccer trips between our two middle schools were now at two, maybe.
It seems Magoo, in his nearsighted state, has lost his penny pouch and cannot afford the gas for a bus trip down onto Old Glacier Highway, out onto Mendenhall Loop Rd. and into the FD parking lot.
Sometimes, I feel that is the situation we all are in.
Some vision problems all around.
So now what happens at the annual Soccer Jamboree, hosted by FD, where all the middle school teams attend and divvy up sides and have a great time?
If you read the Ketchikan Daily News it seems they have made a statement.
I picture our middle school sports in a cartoon, bumping their way around this obstacle Magoo-style.
I see them forgetting they are named Floyd Dryden or Dzantik’i Heeni because, after all, they may not be wearing those jerseys.
Maybe one year they band together in a front-end loader and travel to play at what they perceive is the neighborhood field but is actually Sitka. And Ketchikan is there.
Maybe the next year they get lost going across Gastineau Channel to Douglas in kayaks and are docking in Ketchikan. And Sitka is there.
And then Petersburg drops by, as they found a favor on the road that does not belong to them and are returning it, and ask if they can play.
Just maybe, being such a close club of friends, the accidental document they signed was for insurance and they are covered on these adventures.
And then, in the nick of time, I see the money saved by the gracious folks they meet along the way allows them to buy their own bus.
And somehow, all the lost “B” and “C” children are plucked out of the mouth of a roaring lion and given a place, not in the back, but right up front where the other kids are sitting.
You can see why Uncle Scrooge McDuck is my other favorite cartoon character. That greedy miserly gander who loves to swim in the coins and cash of his money bin, who gives little or nothing to his nephew Donald Duck or grandnephews Huey, Dewey and Louie.
Scrooge McDuck. His wealth backs Gyro Gearloose and the shenanigans of Launchpad McQuack.
The cartoons I watched had that Scottish rant of Scrooge always bested in the end by his nephews’ light-hearted quacks.
Later cartoons began to depict Scrooge as charitable and a hero.
So there is hope in my cartoons.
At least in the end of my cartoons, old Quincy Magoo would always see the calamity just avoided, laugh at himself and say,
“Oh Magoo, you’ve done it again!”