When I saw this prompt, I had no trouble tying it in with baseball. Indeed, the first thing that came to mind was a random drawing from my college-era (1984–1988) sketch pad. As it happened, the drawing wasn’t finished (the casualty and his first responders had not been inked in), so I took care of that and decided to just go with it.
While I was finishing this one up, I remembered a similar scene from Bull Durham and wondered whether that had been the inspiration for this drawing. But Bull Durham came out in 1988, and (as near as I can tell) this was drawn in about 1986. I did not sign or date drawings back then, but the other drawings on this page in the sketch book were of (among other things) intramural volleyball and ideas I was working on when I did cartoons for The Acorn (college newspaper), so I’m pretty confident of the date.
Yeah, I need to procrastinate right now, so time for another blog post!
In college, for one year, I was the staff cartoonist for the school paper, The Acorn. It was a good gig, but I didn’t know what I was doing, so most of the strips (well, they were single-panel comics more than strips) were pretty random and pointless.
This one may be my favorite. Unfortunately, it was also the only one that was censored. I don’t know if it was the paper’s editorial board or (more likely) a faculty advisor, but someone decided that publication of this comic might exacerbate the already notoriously…ebullient…Mischief Night “celebrations” that tended to happen on campus every October 30. I was disappointed that the cartoon was pulled, but—I won’t lie—I was also secretly pleased that someone was concerned that my cartoon might be a negative influence. That meant that someone thought anyone read my comic!
I do remember feeling relieved that I didn’t have to draw the background, which would have been a huge pain in the ass. The characters (that’s me on the left) are at the Madison, New Jersey A&P (remember A&P?).
Dig the old-school cash register! (At the time, we just referred to them as “cash registers”).
The “Down with ABM” note on the cashier’s bulletin board was a mocking nod to the anti-Anything But Monday fever that was at that time sweeping Drew’s campus. Anything But Monday was an underground humor magazine put out by a couple of my classmates. It was irreverent and tasteless. And therefore often hilarious.
Finally, I remember being disdainful of Mischief Night. I grew up calling it by its correct name, Cabbage Night.