He would simply be another irritating dolt boring people to death and stirring up apathy were it not for another horrible tendency of his: being a vindictive clod using his strip to lash out in impotent rage at people having a better time than he has. The main character lives an armpit of a life in the here and now because life was easier for him as a kid than it was for Batiuk's self-portrait Les Moore. It matters not that Les was and is an oblivious dolt who never met a social norm he could understand, Funky has to be smitten with the Mighty Fist Of Ham because people in the real world wanted little to do with a moody goof jabbering about comic books.
This is why we are about to be subjected to the end-game of a very long failed prestige arc in which Batiuk avenges himself against what he calls sportos and what everyone else in the world calls jocks by finally killing off Bull Bushka after years of tormenting him with Sports Brain Damage. For years, people who have had to live with relatives suffering from mental decline have been aggravated by Batiuk's refusal to do research on the subject and treating it like something of a joke. They're really going to love the stupid reason why Bull ends his suffering (whatever it turns out to be) and the character's stomach-turning reaction to it. It's going to be like watching a train wreck made of dumpster fires.