You can see it in his fevered expression. The haunted, sunken eyes, the lips like a single strip of flesh cut from a vienna sausage with a ‘Xacto knife, a pink ribbon of dead flesh. He is the dark lord of the Chipmunks, and his team is going to WIN.
Ballpoint chest hair is a new one for me. It really just makes him paler.
For me, this seems like a portrait of Soccer Dad. Unwanted, unnecessary, and desperately annoying, doing his best to steer the team from the bleachers, howling paeons to the awkward and pre-gangling gods of junior athleticism. He may, or he may not, have a beer. That’s really more about the community standards than the archetype.
I’m guessing Tweety Bird is the mascot. I kind of expected the mascot to be a chipmunk. Maybe his name is “Chipmunk.” Bob Chipmunk, perhaps. He isn’t even a member of the team, he just had a burnt orange shirt embroidered with the name of a rodent.
Please! Let me in! I have glory days to relive! Look, I can almost fit into these shorts again!
Savers on North Lamar, Austin