Welcome to my cartoon collection. My mind n’ imagination has exploded all over this page. Enjoy.
(Originally posted on TheFarmClub) Football fans may not get to hear the overly-enthusiastic soccer commentators’ deafening screams after every score, but the Niners have a solution to that — blast the Yahoo! yodel after every home team touchdown. Don’t worry California, that wasn’t an earthquake, just horrendous noises coming from the New Santa Clara Stadium.
It seems that Satan Belichick is attempting to fill the void of Wes Welker’s off-field antics by bringing in a monster with a life of its own – The Tebow Circus.
(Originally posted on TheFarmClub.net) As the subplots of the NBA playoffs get more interesting, so do the forms of flopping.
Even if Steve Smith let Mark Sanchez pass him a “paper bag sandwich,” it would probably get intercepted anyhow.
I think this cartoon is pretty self-explanatory. Warriors have much to be proud of. There is great hope for the future.
This may come a day late seeing as the Earthquakes finally stole a win at home last night before heading off to the hell that is the Seattle Sounders’ home – a packed NFL stadium full of screaming soccer fans…However, I believe the message still rings true until the Quakes can string together two wins in-a-row. As a sidenote: hearing the word “pissed” come out of Frank Yallop’s mouth on local TV was hilarious – I do not believe there exists a less threatening way to utter that word.
I’m baaack! Well not really, I just started getting a lil’ rusty in my cartooning as it has been four months since I last completed a cartoon, so I decided to do one for practice. I was about to draw one of the Golden State Warriors, as they’re kicking off their playoff run tomorrow, but I opted for something more dear to my heart. A couple weeks ago my former robotics team won a regional championship n’ qualified for the World Championships, a first in our team’s history. Therefore, I decided to create a cartoon sending my best wishes to these gals. Go Janksters!
(Originally posted on TheFarmClub.net) Cartoon: QC Ho A Night Before The Classic, Written by : Liz Schroyer
…my true love gave to me, seven swans-a-swimming aka Giants fighting for their playoff lives. If you have been following this blog, you know how much I love Eli, so this cartoon is all in good humor. I’m actually quite saddened by the Giants’ shutout last Sunday for it sent them down to third place in the division. The best Christmas gift to themselves would be to right this sinking ship. Best of luck as the ‘Skins are red hot.
…my true love gave to me, six geese-a-laying aka bust teams. Some teams were thought to make a long run in the playoffs, while other teams just weren’t expected to suck so badly. All in all, I think it’s safe to say that these six teams, although not the only ones, have laid an egg.
…my true love gave to me, five gold rings aka a weeping Tom Brady. Tom Terrific is an entitled, arrogant jerk who feels he deserves five Super Bowl rings. Everyone likes to believe he has class, but all he is, is an insecure wimp who whines n’ throw tantrums when he doesn’t get his way. Heck, he sounds like the person people think Cutler is. If there’s a quarterback in this league I dislike on the verge of hate, it’s this dude, so naturally drawing this was quite cathartic.
…my true love gave to me, four calling birds aka screaming Ryan brothers. Apparently the 4th gift is traditionally “colly birds” but Americans changed it or something, but I’ll stick with “calling” because it’s easier to use to poke fun of the NFL. Who needs four calling birds when they can have two Ryan brothers screaming an insane amount of profanity at you like they do at referees?
(Originally posted on TheFarmClub.net) To be Time Magazine’s ”Person of The Year” I am certain you actually have to be a human being…
…my true love gave to me, three french hens aka three forms of Jerry Jones. I found a couple different meanings to these three french hens, but I decided to go with the one where they symbolize the three gifts from the three wise men. Therefore, I give you the royal Jerry Jones (a royal pain in the derrière), the divine Jerry Jones (in his Jerry kingdom), n’ the deceased Jerry Jones (for his soon-to-be metaphorical death as a GM, or of his team if he doesn’t resign). Happy holidays y’all!
…my true love gave to me, two turtle doves aka a worried Eagle in desperate need of a new soul mate. For many years, Andy Reid has been one half of a successful Eagles team, a talented roster being the other half. Turtle doves are a symbol of faith & loyalty as they stay with their partners for a lifetime. A few years back it sure did seem like Andy Reid n’ the Eagles organization would never part ways, but I guess all good things must come to an end.
…my true love gave to me, a partridge in a pear tree aka Purple Jesus. I just recently learned that the “Twelve Days of Christmas” song was originally a catechism song, so each verse (or gift) actually is religious symbolism. I then learned that “partridge in a pear tree, ” though has slightly varying symbolism, essentially represents Jesus. So for my first of twelve cartoons/animations, my subject is Adrian Peterson – Purple Jesus.
(Originally posted on TheFarmClub.net) Don’t blame Suh. In Portland, kicking or stomping an opponent is the traditional Thanksgiving greeting. That’s what happens when you give hipsters their own city.
In a wonderful attempt to bring awareness to prostate cancer, many NFL players have been sporting ‘staches of various shapes n’ sizes. Some are properly cared for while others look like squirrels finding a place to sleep. One suggestion to the players who look like pedophiles with their newly born ‘staches – shave them off once December comes around. Please.
I have had this cartoon laying around on my hard drive for a while. It is by no means a finished product, but I figured it matched the Eagles’ style of play – half-a**ed. I still laugh every time I think of this trick play. It could have been amazing, but like the birds’ dismal season, it was poorly executed n’ ended in pain & agony.
‘Tis the season for giving thanks. I think this cartoon is pretty self-explanatory. I hope you enjoy it n’ get a laugh out of it (or at least a giggle or a chuckle, though I’m shooting for such a powerful laugh you snort). Happy Holidays!
(Originally published on TheFarmClub.net) Yes, we know Big Ben had a shoulder injury – get over it. Starters are allowed injuries. Backups are expendable.
It has been well-documented that Christian Ponder has a cute girlfriend who works as a sideline reporter for ESPN’s college football. It has also been well-documented that from the time the public learned of this relationship until last week, the Vikings found themselves in an unfortunate losing streak due in part to Ponder’s inability to find receivers n’ pass for more than 100 yards per game. This, however, all changed last Sunday when they swept their division rival, Lions. With a win to break their streak, Ponder was able to joke about his girlfriend helping him win during a press conference. This is not a jab at either party, simply poking fun at the irony of the situation. I’m cheering on the Vikings per usual, n’ hopefully their next streak is a winning one. SKOL!
It’s that time of the year again. The Dallas Cowboys are in a mid-season slump. They need to find a source of hope, so they latch on to their undying love n’ support for each other. I guess, all you need is love.
Pro Marijuana legislation has really had an impact on where the biggest stoners — er, athletes — want to play.
Last night (11/6/12) was historic for many reasons, one of which was Colorado becoming the first state to legalize marijuana…for recreational use. Instead of calling the governor of Colorado a pothead (like Fox News), I decided to concentrate on the nightmare legislators n’ law enforcement are going to have – smoking weed: Colorado-yes, US-no, major league sports-no. Fun times are ahead.
As you can see, this is my first non-completely sports related cartoon. I tried to keep it as unbiased as possible, but who could resist taking a jab at Romney. That is why Romney, being the perpetually compulsive flip-flopper, is wearing half of Detroit Lions uniform n’ half of a New England Patriots uniform. May the best (n’ most competent) man win.
(Originally published on TheFarmClub.net) Kobe Bryant, Steve Nash, and Mike Brown all have clauses in their contracts that provide them with unlimited ibuprofen to treat ankle, shin, and head pain, respectively. It looks like they’ll soon be realizing the full extent of their contracts.
Last time I checked, the Kansas City Chiefs were a sad excuse for an NFL team with an incompetent offensive line that couldn’t protect its quarterback if its life depended on it – they might as well just stay under their fifty feet of crap instead of trying to dig themselves out of their mess. So, ganging up on these bottom-of-the-barrel divisional rivals is not much to celebrate. That is, unless you’re the San Diego Chargers. Apparently all of their issues (n’ there are many) have been rectified with fairy dust (or Stickum powder), n’ POOF! the hot seat has disappeared indefinitely out from under Norv Turner’s derrière. The truth of the matter is that the Chargers are simply a low-end average team at best – an overrated perennial Super Bowl favorite with an even more overrated quarterback who’s always given a pass because somewhere deep down, he is ELITE (note sarcasm). I know the season is only half over, but nothing good can come of Rivers, Norv, n’ GM Smith. To all those who thought that not only could the Chargers contend with a Manning-led Broncos but they would run away with the division title, IN…YO…FACE. Alrighty, rant over.
Jim Harbaugh is so almighty that he’s allowed to say what he wants at press conferences n’ expect the audience to understand. So I guess that brings an end to the questions about Alex Smith’s confidence level…
Not to poke fun at head injuries, but the Kansas City Chiefs are probably the team having the toughest time protecting its quarterbacks. Yes, that’s plural because after being concussed, Matt Cassel was replaced by Brady Quinn, who was concussed himself within the first quarter of last Sunday’s game, which left Cassel back as the starter for the foreseeable future. Phew, I’m out of breath.
The same day Tony Romo self-combusts hosting a pick-fest for the NY Giants, Sergio Romo successfully closes the San Francisco Giants’ sweep of the Detroit Tigers in the World Series.
Monday Night Football was a very unfortunate outing for the Detroit Lions. Although their defense held up relatively well, their offense couldn’t get anything started until late in the game. This cartoon of Stafford likely embodies how the Lions’ offense felt after such a poor showing – helpless, dazed, n’ confused. Febreze commercial anyone?
I don’t know much about baseball, but I know this guy has been pretty darn awesome in the playoffs for the Giants. He seems to be enjoying himself very much in the rain like a 5-year old kid during the 9th inning of Game 7 of the NLCS. Just another day in the Bay.
…but he still managed to pull a win out of his derrière (unfortunately).
Tom Brady looked to be outdueled by Mark Sanchez on Sunday vs the Jets…
Decker wasn’t feeling much love, so he decided to do something that would gain national attention – trip himself on an open field. Gotta give him props for creativity.
Manning can do everything, including fly over Charger defenders n’ scramble like a 22-year old. Take that doubters!