Happy Heavy Friday

I’ve never shopped on Black Friday, and I honestly don’t know a single person who has. The day after Thanksgiving is lying around and feeling fat.

These aren’t really fat-guy cartoons so much as out-of-shape-guy cartoons. The New Yorker doesn’t really do fat-guy jokes—though that wasn’t always the case.

Can you spot the difference?

In this week’s Combat, two icons whose doctors have finally decided it’s time to talk lifestyle choices. Our first heavyweight contender is none other than Santa Himself.

And in the challenger’s corner: the diva from that famous adage about how you know something’s really over—Grand Dame Finale.

See you next week for the semis. Now for a leftover sandwich and a nap.