Reminds me of my husband. He never learned to play catch as a child. I once threw him a roll of paper towels, and the cardboard core hit him in a very “sensitive” spot. I probably said the same thing as Hobbes.
In my second year of Little League eligibility(wasn’t very good my first year: played right field, struck out a lot), my father signed up as a coach. He and my best friend’s father(the coach my first year) decided to find out what positions he and I were best suited for out in our back yard. The very first thing they did was have me crouch down like a catcher and my friend’s father pitched me one. Hit me right between the eyes. After making sure I was all right, my father said “OK, he’s not a catcher”. Turned out, partly because I was a lefty, I was a pretty effective pitcher and first baseman. Strangely, though I was quite good at getting wild throws to first, I sometimes had trouble with the ones right to me. Luckily, in Little League, that didn’t happen very often. :-)
BE THIS GUY almost 10 years ago
Get the kid a mitt!
ORMouseworks almost 10 years ago
ZZZZZap! ;)
watmiwori almost 10 years ago
Hobbes has the mother of all screwballs…. Detroit should sign himimmediately!
bkybl Premium Member almost 10 years ago
Merely a flesh wound (who remembers Fearless Fosdick?).
bruntsfield almost 10 years ago
Calvin needs a cement pill!
Phapada almost 10 years ago
Hobbes Ball’s
dustspecks Premium Member almost 10 years ago
Can of corn, Calvin.
sbchamp almost 10 years ago
Roy Hobbes?
Karaboo2 almost 10 years ago
Maybe you shouldn’t play catch on an empty stomach Calvin.
Darrin Stephens almost 10 years ago
corkscrew!
Smiley Rmom almost 10 years ago
Reminds me of my husband. He never learned to play catch as a child. I once threw him a roll of paper towels, and the cardboard core hit him in a very “sensitive” spot. I probably said the same thing as Hobbes.
ChessPirate almost 10 years ago
In my second year of Little League eligibility(wasn’t very good my first year: played right field, struck out a lot), my father signed up as a coach. He and my best friend’s father(the coach my first year) decided to find out what positions he and I were best suited for out in our back yard. The very first thing they did was have me crouch down like a catcher and my friend’s father pitched me one. Hit me right between the eyes. After making sure I was all right, my father said “OK, he’s not a catcher”. Turned out, partly because I was a lefty, I was a pretty effective pitcher and first baseman. Strangely, though I was quite good at getting wild throws to first, I sometimes had trouble with the ones right to me. Luckily, in Little League, that didn’t happen very often. :-)
Poollady almost 10 years ago
Lighten up, Hobbes
chromosome Premium Member almost 10 years ago
Calvin is bored by baseball.
Aaron Saltzer almost 10 years ago
Excuses, excuses. Haha
Number Three almost 10 years ago
Ouch!
xxx
bmonk almost 10 years ago
Remember: Baseball is not the “national sport” but the “national pastime” — it’s for passing the time.
heatherjasper almost 10 years ago
In Bloom County, it’s the cat that gets it…Of course, that’s when Opus had a flamethrower.
Susie Derkins D: almost 10 years ago
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westny77 almost 10 years ago
Oh man that looks uncomfortable.
moosemin almost 10 years ago
Although we,of Red Sox fandom have forgiven him, we remember Bill Buckner miss, “right to him!”!
BE THIS GUY almost 10 years ago
@francisrossiA glove makes it easier. Just ask Willie Mays.-http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=7dK6zPbkFnE
Foreshadow almost 3 years ago
trust me, this is nothing compared to my dad