Big Nate by Lincoln Peirce for May 23, 1993
Transcript:
...And playing right field, number eight in your scorecard NATE WRIGHT! What? Right field? This is and outrage! Nate: Right field! I can't believe the coach put me in right field! Only losers play right field! This stinks! What a jerk that coach is! I admit i wasn't pitching so great, but is that any reason to put me way out here? This is no man's land! The ball never gets hit out here. Sitting on the bench would be more exciting than this! The coach must hate me. There's no other explanation. The man hates me! Why else would he be wasting my talents out here? I deserve better than this! I think I'll just have a little talk with the coach! I'll set him straight about a few things! Hmm...Here's my chance. He's coming this way.
“Turn around, Nate!”