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 about 10 years ago
Get the kid a mitt!
ORMouseworks about 10 years ago
ZZZZZap! ;)
watmiwori about 10 years ago
Hobbes has the mother of all screwballs…. Detroit should sign himimmediately!
bkybl Premium Member about 10 years ago
Merely a flesh wound (who remembers Fearless Fosdick?).
bruntsfield about 10 years ago
Calvin needs a cement pill!
Phapada about 10 years ago
Hobbes Ball’s
dustspecks Premium Member about 10 years ago
Can of corn, Calvin.
sbchamp about 10 years ago
Roy Hobbes?
Karaboo2 about 10 years ago
Maybe you shouldn’t play catch on an empty stomach Calvin.
Darrin Stephens about 10 years ago
corkscrew!
Smiley Rmom about 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 about 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 about 10 years ago
Lighten up, Hobbes
chromosome Premium Member about 10 years ago
Calvin is bored by baseball.
Aaron Saltzer about 10 years ago
Excuses, excuses. Haha
Number Three about 10 years ago
Ouch!
xxx
bmonk about 10 years ago
Remember: Baseball is not the “national sport” but the “national pastime” — it’s for passing the time.
heatherjasper about 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: about 10 years ago
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westny77 about 10 years ago
Oh man that looks uncomfortable.
moosemin about 10 years ago
Although we,of Red Sox fandom have forgiven him, we remember Bill Buckner miss, “right to him!”!
BE THIS GUY about 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