Opening Day

By Jeremy Meltingtallow

My hometown is Cincinnati and if you’ve never been here on baseball’s Opening Day, well, it’s like being in Vatican City on Easter. For me, it means the end of winter, a tough gray season if you live in the midwest. I moved my drawing board and lamp down to the kitchen table for the afternoon where I could watch the game on a decent TV while inking. The Reds won 7-6 with two out in the bottom of the ninth on a three-run home run. I got five dailies penciled and lettered. Sweet.