February 07, 2019
January 17, 2018
Take up golf.
Looks like we can rule out wrestling as well.
Calvin should hire Lio to get an invisible ghost and trip Hobbes up! Or he could just play Calvinball. Either way, it works
I never learned that, and I’m here to celebrate…
Or learn that when you’re on defense, you’re supposed to tackle the person with the ball instead of running away from them.
I call it intelligence. If some guy who weighs 150 pounds more than me wants the ball, I’ll hand it to him politely and step out of his way.
Looking at panel #2 he has a great future as high or long jumper .
I absolutely hated that stuff they called “sports”. Okay to look at, but I was small, I had (and have) glasses and am best described as ambiklutztrous.
But I found the answer: I joined the marching band. Even a klutz (with rhythm) can march to the beat on flat ground, and (mostly) the band members were not intent on maiming the misfits. Not a single incident of ben-gay in the shorts, being stuffed into the trash barrel butt-down or having my glasses stolen. It was bliss. Even when we were marching in sub-freezing weather (with sub-freezing instruments, therefore). Compared with the alternative, anyway.
Stick with the survival instincts. You’ve got them for a reason.
Well he is a tiger when all said and done…
The heck with the better part of valor, it is living to fight another day that has me sold on the concept.
It’s just as well considering the frequency and consequences of concussions in professional football.
You might have had a future as a sponsored video game player, Calvin. Just born before your time to make joystick history.
Don’t sweat it. Sports aren’t for everyone, Calvin. In fact, they aren’t for most people!
You mean your “flight or flight” instincts?
“It’s clear a career in sports will elude me until someone teaches me to ignore my survival instincts.”
Perhaps a few testosterone injections would help suppress your survival instincts, Calvin! Added bonus: You’d be the only 7 year old around with a mustache.
33…27…18… Hey, that’s my locker combination!
Pounce on that ball, Calvin.
I actually scored a touchdown that way once. Our quarterback was about to get sacked, did a hail mary, and somehow I wound up with the ball. I saw these living armored vehicles bearing down on me, turned and ran for my life. By sheer dumb luck, I was still holding on tot he ball and just happened to be running in the right direction. I didn’t even know I had done it until I saw the rest of the team cheering. My one and only moment of sports glory, and it was by accident.
Hmmm… sounds like track. Someone fires a pistol and you run like mad away from it.
Self sacrifice is the hallmark of good teamwork. Just try not to leave a mark in the hall.
Me either, and not into sports.
You will never have a career in any field if you don’t overcome your fear. That’s a Life Lesson…..
Don’t despair. A common reaction is to run from a charging tiger.
Stick with your instincts. Hobbes could change the rules any minute and score 6 points off a tackle.
As Sun Tzu said: “Supreme excellence in warfare is to defeat the enemy without fighting.” Well done Hobbes.
A bit misleading on Calvin’s part. Not every sport involves players deliberately physically attacking each other.
When it’s time to take a hike…take a hike, Cal.
Calvin really doesn’t have any athletic skills – he’s more of a ‘talking heads’ type. Maybe he is on ESPN etc. and just changed his name.
Said no football player ever.
We each survive in our own way.
Not if you insist on playing with a tiger.
I want to know the numbers.What are they for ?