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Zen Pencils
By Gavin Aung Than
WuMo
By Wulff & Morgenthaler
Wrong Hands
By John Atkinson
The Worried Well
By Dana Maier
WaynoVision
By Wayno
Unstrange Phenomena
By Ed Allison
Sticky Comics
By Christiann MacAuley
Sarah's Scribbles
By Sarah Andersen
Pot-Shots
By Ashleigh Brilliant
Poorly Drawn Lines
By Reza Farazmand
Shen Comix
By Shen T
Lunarbaboon
By Christopher Grady
Lard's World Peace Tips
By Keith Tutt and Daniel Saunders
Jim Benton Cartoons
By Jim Benton
Jane's World
By Paige Braddock
Jake Likes Onions
By Jake Thompson
Invisible Bread
By Justin Boyd
Imogen Quest
By Olivia Walch
Hot Comics for Cool People
By Brandon Sheffield and Dami Lee
False Knees
By Joshua Barkman
Breaking Cat News
By Georgia Dunn
Berkeley Mews
By Ben Zaehringer
The Awkward Yeti
By Nick Seluk
Tom the Dancing Bug
By Ruben Bolling
Jen Sorensen

Pooch Cafe
By Paul Gilligan
FoxTrot
By Bill Amend
Arlo and Janis
By Jimmy Johnson
Big Nate
By Lincoln Peirce
Brevity
By Dan Thompson
The Doozies
By Tom Gammill
Drabble
By Kevin Fagan
F Minus
By Tony Carrillo
Monty
By Jim Meddick
Nancy
By Olivia Jaimes
Ripley's Believe It or Not
By Ripley’s Believe It or Not!
Luann
By Greg Evans and Karen Evans
Thatababy
By Paul Trap
I’ll never forget that inaugural tournament. It was one of the most glorious days of my life. We had a crowd of colleagues cheering for us and we won free Royals tickets. I really wanted those tickets and had to figure out how to win the ping-pong games while not looking like I was being ruthless or trying too hard. (unfortunately the game the tickets were for wound up experiencing a 3-hour rain delay, but no complaints. Volquez was throwing fire that night). The follow-up tourney happened while I was in Ecuador. I almost canceled the trip but the Hacienda I’d booked did not take refunds, only credit for free llama rides for the kids, which sounded unsafe. The following year, the tourney was a blind-draw where you got paired with someone randomly. And the year after that I got overly drunk on expired Shiner Bock and was disqualified before I was even able to lift a paddle. In short, we never really got a chance to defend our title. And for that I think the universe owes us both a generous slab of grief bacon. Who knows, maybe the planets will align again and we’ll get one last crack at glory and the Blazing Paddles can compete for the gold cup once again. In the great game of doubles ping-pong, one can hope and another can dream, but only two can win.