I can only imagine the "etc." caption could/would yield a tale of surly woe of graphic novel proportions. Only, in my version, Mr. Met would build a time machine, go back in time, fight barbarians and invent apartheid.
Needle to the Brain Stem... Oh Mascots, what has done brought upon thyself?
I think an entire series of Mascot stories could actually work as an entire series. That Gorilla from Basketball, a Hockey Puck or something... I don't know sports (cept for fighting, karate, etc.). I know what I like though!
Maybe a Luchadore Midget too... because they're like... cool!
I just want to thank you for returning things to the natural order in cartoons, having the syringe be on the mascot's person, as opposed to Barry Bonds or Rafael Palmeiro. We can pretend its the old days again....
i have to include your photo with the rest of the classic images (e.g. Eric Waldman losing his lunch) on this post: p.s. who's that lying on the floor?
i'll psyched greg liked the piece. i definitely had the irreverent humor of the ESPN esthetic in mind when i did it. i'm sure they've done Mr. Met humor in the past.
It's my beautiful number one son. The one who's going to a (birthday) party at a club tonight that he has to dress festively for. And the one who pitched his first inning last week.
Don't go poking your head out of the subway car Mother Said You'll never find out why the train isn't moving and the doors might close unexpectedly on your head and jam causing an even greater delay.
The trapped commuters will curse you and I'll be too ashamed to help lest anyone think I know you. The people in your car will be unable to look away from your wriggling pathetic body and flailing arms. While the people on the platform will surely be sickened by the sight of your squished, trapped head. They most likely already had a miserable day at their jobs and the sight of your distorted, panic stricken face will most likely ruin their dinner, and might leave lasting emotional scars.
By the time the motorman opens the doors. You will almost certainly have caused enough damage to have to be taken to the emergency room. But, I'll be too humiliated to tell the doctors what happened.
Overnight, your head will swell up and by the following morning You'll wake up looking like Mr. Met. Children will be terrified of you. Dogs will bark at you. You won't be able to drive me anywhere with a head too large to get inside my car, and what good will you be to me then.
Women will only go out with you for the novelty and you must know from past experience that doesn't last. You won't be qualified for any job other than Mr. Met and there's already one of those.
April 27 2006, 18:11:51 UTC 6 years ago
I can only imagine the "etc." caption could/would yield a tale of surly woe of graphic novel proportions. Only, in my version, Mr. Met would build a time machine, go back in time, fight barbarians and invent apartheid.
April 27 2006, 18:19:01 UTC 6 years ago
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The coloring is dead on.
Oh, and I like that Mr. Brewer appears to be propelled by his own vomit.
April 27 2006, 18:35:38 UTC 6 years ago
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April 27 2006, 18:47:11 UTC 6 years ago
Oh... this was fifty-five flavors of awesome.
Next: the Phillie Phanatic
April 27 2006, 21:08:58 UTC 6 years ago
April 27 2006, 20:11:48 UTC 6 years ago
The horror!!!
April 27 2006, 21:19:56 UTC 6 years ago
'Nuff said.
April 27 2006, 20:16:13 UTC 6 years ago
Oh Mascots, what has done brought upon thyself?
I think an entire series of Mascot stories could actually work as an entire series. That Gorilla from Basketball, a Hockey Puck or something... I don't know sports (cept for fighting, karate, etc.). I know what I like though!
Maybe a Luchadore Midget too... because they're like... cool!
April 27 2006, 21:21:49 UTC 6 years ago
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April 27 2006, 20:32:34 UTC 6 years ago
ALSO -- this is very Dan Clowesian of you. Mean spirited yet funny.
April 27 2006, 21:32:01 UTC 6 years ago
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April 27 2006, 21:00:21 UTC 6 years ago
rocksum.
April 27 2006, 21:02:10 UTC 6 years ago
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April 27 2006, 21:27:57 UTC 6 years ago
Actually, I don't care about sports at all. ;)
April 28 2006, 02:06:05 UTC 6 years ago
April 28 2006, 05:44:03 UTC 6 years ago
*sigh*
April 28 2006, 16:41:14 UTC 6 years ago
I forwarded this to Greg (who loved it) who forwarded it to some of the producers at his show on ESPN. Maybe they'll call you to do a story?
April 28 2006, 16:55:59 UTC 6 years ago
i have to include your photo with the rest of the classic images (e.g. Eric Waldman losing his lunch) on this post:
p.s. who's that lying on the floor?
i'll psyched greg liked the piece. i definitely had the irreverent humor of the ESPN esthetic in mind when i did it. i'm sure they've done Mr. Met humor in the past.
April 28 2006, 17:00:13 UTC 6 years ago
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April 28 2006, 17:57:07 UTC 6 years ago
"Swelled Head," a poem by my friend Eric Bennett
Don't go poking your headout of the subway car
Mother Said
You'll never find out why
the train isn't moving
and the doors might close
unexpectedly on your head
and jam
causing an even greater delay.
The trapped commuters
will curse you
and I'll be too ashamed to help
lest anyone think I know you.
The people in your car
will be unable to look away
from your wriggling pathetic body
and flailing arms.
While the people on the platform
will surely be sickened
by the sight of your squished,
trapped head.
They most likely already had a miserable
day at their jobs
and the sight of your distorted,
panic stricken face
will most likely ruin their dinner,
and might leave
lasting emotional scars.
By the time the motorman
opens the doors.
You will almost certainly
have caused enough damage
to have to be taken
to the emergency room.
But, I'll be too humiliated
to tell the doctors what happened.
Overnight,
your head will swell up
and by the following morning
You'll wake up looking like
Mr. Met.
Children will be terrified of you.
Dogs will bark at you.
You won't be able to drive me anywhere
with a head too large
to get inside my car,
and what good will you be to me then.
Women will only go out with you
for the novelty
and you must know
from past experience
that doesn't last.
You won't be qualified
for any job
other than Mr. Met
and there's already one of those.
Besides,
your father
likes the Yankees.