When you can’t decide which sport to play. Poor guy. At the very least, let the man have a glove.
Maybe kickball would have been a more appropriate compromise.
This comic reminds me a lot of the scene in Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince in which Harry pretends to spike Ron’s pumpkin juice with felix felicis, and Ron goes on to play a spectacular Quidditch match.
Moral of the story: you don’t need to resort to drastic measures if you believe in yourself.
Secondary moral of the story: Satan evidently has a good, wholesome twin brother, so be careful who you try to sell your soul to.
Anyone else ever feel this way? It’s not just me, right?
That must’ve been a loooooong winter.
One of the benefits of not being able to attend ballgames in person definitely comes in the form of money saved on concessions.
Oh, man, that burns.
I can understand this feeling completely.
After all, what are dads for?
If only I could get this to work on the field for my teams.
So long as the 2020 season is already twisted, maybe we can just play ball the Calvin & Hobbes way this year. Scoring this play would be interesting. Do you think this counts as two RBIs? Two hits in one at-bat?
I’m not sure I 100% agree with these vultures. Putrid is putrid, no matter the venue. I will say, though, that while I enjoy hot dogs at home, they do somehow manage to taste even better at the ballpark.