Amberspatch and Bellowton are once again riding different steeds. Amberspatch is on a small hippo. Bellowton is sidesaddle on a very normal quadrupedal giant chicken. They continue their conversation about sports.
AMBERSPATCH: I'm interested in your...RITUALS related to sports, so I talked to another fan. HE said the reason your team lost WASN'T related to the socks anyone wore, OR whether he watched on TV or listened to the radio
AMBERSPATCH: According to THIS guy, the main factor was the decision to PITCH to the other team's best hitter, rather than walk him; since first base was open, it would have set up the force out for a double play. And doing so after having pulled the starting pitcher in the FIRST place, in favor of a weaker pitcher from the bullpen
AMBERSPATCH: Which, in HIS view, points the finger at managerial malpractice. All made WORSE by ownership's lack of willingness to pony up for better hitters from the bottom of the lineup.
BELLOWTON: SURE. Insufferable after-the-fact armchair coaches like that are a dime a dozen.
AMBERSPATCH: But YOU prefer to focus on wearing the right socks and so on.
BELLOWTON: Look, if the bus might be headed off the cliff anyway, I prefer having a toy steering wheel to keep my hands busy
Every bus heads full-speed toward the edge of the cliff. All but one falter, and tumble to their doom. The last one flies across the chasm, landing heavily, the passengers screaming but alive. Then we do it all again next year
The computers tell me it was 20 years ago, June 9, 2006, that I arrived in New York for my first-ever comic convention as an exhibitor, MoCCA.
It was an important trip for me, a milestone in what would go on to become my career.
I wrote a little reminiscence on Patreon (free/unlocked) — including a first-since-then reprint of the photocomics I made at the time, documenting the trip!
Read the rest here: [ 20 Years Ago (In Photocomic Form) ]
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