“But Rubin’s doing a great job with the strip. Why does Tribune want a change?” “Great job?? Ha! Have you seen the numbers, Henry? We’re losing papers left and right! Thorp isn’t a modern strip under Rubin! It’s old fashioned. That’s why we want to bring you aboard.” “So you want me to change it? How?”“Henry, just look at everything you already write. We want more explosions! Helicopters! Football players hit so hard they nearly die! Girlfriends knocked up, fistfights in the lunchroom, hateful attitudes everywhere! Most of all, we need villians, like The Joker and The Penguin, and if you want to turn Thorp into Batman, do it! We need light sabres, ray guns, space ships, and stuff the kids expect in a comic strip. None of this sports stuff every day.” “Well, I don’t know anything about sports anyway.” “Then you’re our man.”
I thought Luke was a basketball star in college, not baseball. All Pac-10, so he said.