Big Nate by Lincoln Peirce for October 13, 1991
Twelve! Eighteen! Five! Thirty-nine! Six! Two! Eleven! Forty! Sixty-seven! Say hike, already! Nate: Go out, Francis! Go way out! Nate: Why are you stopping? Go long! I'm gonna throw a bomb! Francis: I don't think you can throw it any farther than this. Nate: What? Sure I can! Keep running! Francis: I'll stay here, thanks. nate: Fine! But when the ball flies over your head and you have to chase it, don't come crying to me! Francis: Here- you dropped this. nate: Ha ha. The wind was against me, that's all!