In my house on Sunday afternoons between September and January you'll find Josh hiding in his office and the cat in a quiet place, removed from the living room. This is because I'm physically incapable of keeping silent during a game. I yell at the TV as if the team can not only hear me but would willingly take my advice if they could. I get very animated and very emotive.
Today didn't shape up to be a stellar drawing day so I just have sketchy sketches today. Nothing detailed, nothing great... or even good, for that matter. I drew just a few examples of what I can be found doing during for four quarters on a typical Sunday.
This evening we spent some time hanging out at a local park with friends and I brought the ol' sketchbook along. After many failed attempts at other drawings I just doodled eyes.