I picture Lowell as one of the few people who could name a dozen department heads at his university, but not the coach. Typically, it’s the other way around.
I own a couple of Ohio State University hats and shirts, acquired during the Festival Of Cartoon Art they used to host. I get a kick out of people who see me in the park or someplace and say, “Yeah! OSU!”. I usually say, “Yeah! Billy Ireland Museum of Cartoon Art! … oh, I understand the school has a sports team or something, too, right?”
I get some weird looks.
Appealing to Lowell’s strengths is a lot to appealing to a mud puppy. You get their attention. That plus $6 gets you a Starbucks frappichino.
Your nine is upside down!
he unleashed the ‘company monster’ it seems…
It will keep Lowell out of the way. Good Job.
I knew my uni had a football team because my boyfriend was friends with the whole team. Most of them were really nice. I wasn’t one of the ‘crazed coeds’ so we often sat and ate with them, as the one I was interested was ‘him’ not any of the players (and some had some pretty wild stories about girls trying to get in their pants, bed…etc). As they all graduated or dropped out after my first year, I got less interested because it was no longer my friends playing…
Who knew that Lowell would make disc golf a contact sport, and a violent one at that?
He was probably just aiming at the hackey-sack guy that had tackled him before.
I like you, you’re my kind of weird.
I find the older I get the less interested in sports I am, and although I’m not keen on referring to golf, bowling, and other fun activities as “sports” they are still fun to participate in. Just not as fun to watch.
Unless the participants you’re watching are really phenomenal.
I really need to go biking and bowling more. Stupid day job.
I went to UT-K, I was not into football as others. My knowledge was basically Peyton played here, right? It’s not even that I have anything against football, I just never got into it.
Can’t say I have an interest in sports, but as a teacher, I have a great interest in student athletes. So I try follow the school teams. But professional athletes? I’m clueless. A student once wrote on an end of term class evaluation that I was the “LeBron James” of the department and I had to google LeBron James to find out if that was a compliment or a dig.
How did Hubris recruit all these caddies? They seem so intelligent and reliable and mainstream. Not at all like our usual Hubriverse inhabitants.
I had a gag about who the caddies are, but it got shelved. Maybe I’ll bring it back out and draw it soon.
You bloody well better bring it back Greg!
You can’t tell us you HAD a gag, but shelved it.
We’re gonna start making up our own endings.
Good Lord. I hope you don’t think I write down and draw every notion that crosses my fuddled mind in these stories. If you think time is distorted as it is…