That’s one way to draw an intentional walk.
This might win the award for the most wholesome thing of the day.
Admittedly, it’s a bit of a stretch to call this a baseball comic. But it does put things in perspective, which I say counts for a lot.
This would be my cat, if she were asked to play outfield. And birds would not be the only distraction — she also gets distracted by rabbits, squirrels, lizards, other cats… basically any other living thing that dares come within her sphere of awareness.
We’ve got thunderstorms where I am at this morning, so this seemed fitting.
Rosin bags and gym chalk are so messy. I’m amazed we don’t see more sneezing fits on the pitcher’s mound.
You know those “fans” at the stadium who are clearly only there for the concessions? That’s this girl.
It’s a stormy morning where I am at, so this just seemed all too appropriate.
Though I bet if the pitcher yelled this as he was cutting the pitch loose, it would be pretty damned effective.
Poor right field. The outcasts of Little League and adult slow pitch softball.
Oh man, I’ve had dreams like this, except mine are about being back in high school, rather than playing ball. I run late for every class, I forget to study for tests (or miss the test altogether), and I get lost in the hallways.