The Downfall of the Cowboys
SOMEWHERE IN A BUNKER MENTALITY (SP) -- Apparently our friend Spike has an Internet connection in his fortified compound located somewhere in the Jemez Mountains of New Mexico, because today he sent this YouTube video:
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SOMEWHERE IN A BUNKER MENTALITY (SP) -- Apparently our friend Spike has an Internet connection in his fortified compound located somewhere in the Jemez Mountains of New Mexico, because today he sent this YouTube video:
SOMEWHERE GETTING ANTSY (SP) -- I've been enjoying watching the D-League on NBA-TV of late and happened upon a game the other night featuring the Ft. Wayne, Ind., franchise, the MadAnts. This may be the best name, best uniforms and best logo in all of sports. Check it out:

Anyone know where I can get a MadAnt ballcap?
SOMEWHERE EXERCISING QUALITY CONTROL (SP) -- I confessed yesterday to substandard work. Below is the original, bad, drawing for the SportsPage Dallas cover that, faced with a looming deadline, I was tempted to turn in. I didn't care at all for the generic cartoon sports fans and the drawing of God was so simple that it's only a line or two removed from a stick figure. God deserves better, I thought.

I always figure you play to your strengths, and I do decent caricature work. So I decided to go with known athletes representing each sport. I knew that the article referenced Dirk, Romo and Turco -- so I went with those three. The black and white of the new and improved cartoon is below. The final, color version is in yesterday's post.
SOMEWHERE RAINING ON PARADES (SP) -- I get home from basketball last night around 10:30, knowing I have an art deadline this morning for cover art for SportsPage Dallas (a weekly sports tab) ... I sketch some ideas for about 90 minutes and come up with nothing. NOTHING.
I finally give up and go to bed. I wake up at 6 am and hastily draw a cartoon of God reading the sports page while it rains on generic cartoon Dallas sports fans. I scan it and am faced with the harsh reality that it is really a piece of shit. So I walk the dog and return to the house. It's now 8 a.m. and I have nothing. I decide to go with recognizable sports figures and a better all around drawing. By 8:15 it's inked and scanned (Thank God I didn't stumble on the Marty Turco likeness). Colored by 8:35. E-mailed a few moments later, beating the 9 a.m. deadline by a good five minutes.
Yes, God has a Laz-E-Boy cloud.
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