If the Fest keeps attracting random people, soon there won’t be anyone who’s just standing around watching. Everyone will be playing.
That might be best.
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Paste was never one for team sports, but who can blame him? Team sports weren’t made for the short kid with ego issues. Skateboards. Those are good for the short kid with ego issues… and parents who’d like him to entertain himself for a few hours while they got some work done.
Team sports require you to be good enough that you don’t irritate the kids who play all the dang time, while keeping an eye on a whole crowd of people who all want the same ball. If everyone had their own ball and own agenda, well, that’d be a different kinda game now, wouldn’t it? Who knew that team sports were some kinda euphemism for famine times? Everyone after the same ball? Pah! We live in modern, first-world countries! We can all afford our OWN balls!
I’ve never been much of one for team sports. Kayaking, disc golf, mountain biking, unicycling, skateboarding… there’s not a lot of shared responsibility for the Win, in the sports I like.
Mostly, though, there’s not a lot of opportunity to let down your teammates in the sports I like. Hell, there’s hardly any competition in the sports I like.
I was never one for speed while mountain biking, or gymnastics while skating, or floodwater sluices and hair runs in a kayak, either.
I’m like Hubris, which makes sense. Sports don’t have to be organized or coordinated or even serious.
Uh-oh. I just realized… I just like to play outside. Whether or not there’s a sport involved doesn’t actually interest me.
Some of you may remember the Sid & Marty Kroft stuff- Saturday morning shows and puppet theatre-style fun. It appeared to be drug-induced, pretty often, but if you read interviews where that’s brought up, they gleefully admit to being sober and straight when coming up with all that stuff.
But here’s the thing. We’re coming up on the fiftieth anniversary of The Bugaloos. Fifty.
I always think of fiftieth anniversaries as being achieved by something worth commemorating. I don’t want to take anything from Sid and Marty, y’understand… with a little better luck, they’d have been right up there with Jim Henson and Company.
But “Hey, everyone, The Bugaloos are fifty!” -in a couple of years, we can say that. “Forty Eight” doesn’t have the same impact, but you get the point, right?
The insane crap of the 70s is going to start being venerable. Oh, my.
I don’t know if I ever explicitly said that everyone on Rick Mittleif’s team at the last Outdoorfest had an ick-y name.
Or the fact that Nikki, as a character, grew out of that.
You guys always seem to know every step I make with the strip better than I do… Did you know all that?
Bic, if you picked out your nickname ’cause you figured that out, I’m impressed. If, however, you’re nicknamed for your favorite type of ink pen, well, I appreciate the opportunity to put you in Rick’s team.
It’s very tempting to discuss the psychology that I have to keep in mind while writing interactions around Kara.
But you guys have probably got it all figured out anyhow. You’re clever like that.
Remember when you were a kid? And when your mom was yelling it was really bad… and when she got quiet, that was the worst it could get.
What do you suppose Mal’s best event would be?
The ladder of success is one thing…
The climbing wall of success is a whole other thing.
There’s a lot of kinds of doctors, and there’s no reason to go excluding any of them when you’re building a team. Right?
