Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for September 30, 2024

In the meantime, Calvin could be mistaken for the ball.

This from the kid who invented Calvinball!

Calvin’s a natural for dodge ball.

And until you have the protective gear necessary for that sport.

Well, that’s why I never had a career in sports.

Cal kinda overlooked the fact that playing defense meant you go after the ball carrier instead of running from him

It’s good he has realized that already.

You’ll also need another six feet and 200 or so pounds.

Touchdowwwwnnn Bennngallls! Who Dey!

But if you do that, Hobbes will seize the opportunity and have you for dinner!

When the ball is half the size you are, you begin to realize that maybe football isn’t your game. Perhaps table tennis???

Well…..that is one way to look at it!!!!

Perhaps you should ride your wagon over a cliff instead.

I actually scored a touchdown that way once….our quarterback was about to get sacked. He tossed the ball straight up into the air (no idea what he thought he was doing). It came down right in my hands, and I’m going “WTF???” The other team charges at me, so I turn and run. I wasn’t even thinking about the game right then; I just didn’t want to get killed.

By sheer dumb luck, I just happened to be running in the right direction, and I still had the ball.

You can be waterboy.

Good thinking, because with the killer attitude of most sports now, it’s the only way to surive.

Kinda reminds me of yesterdays Packers first half.

Eh, if I were playing with a tiger, I wouldn’t try to stop him either.

That’s what I realized after about the third time I took a soccer ball in the face.

Calvin is definitely not jock material, maybe more Tiger food material ! ;-)

Middle school football helped turn me into a very proficient expert in the art of running backwards.

I hated playing sports in school.

Calvin, ask Mom if she’ll bring you to the dentist to sharpen your teeth, and the manicurist for spike-like fingernails.

I lost all interest in football on my first day in grade ten gym class. Someone threw a ball to me and I was immediately tackled by about half a ton of dumb jocks.

Precisely my attitude toward football.

8 years old playing little league baseball, I am half-blind and couldn’t wear my glasses while batting. (they might break)

I couldn’t see the ball until it was about 10 feet away, so I ducked as soon as I saw it. Every Pitch.

Didn’t last more than a couple weeks.