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Pause Ponder and Pun


I know they drafted him as a place kicker but I guess they didn't tell him which place to kick.  Okay, that's my effort.  What's yours?

Give it a go and we'll see you back here Saturday with our honourable mentions and a winner.

In between time, why don't you drift on over to Margo at the Screaming Me-Me.  She's an upright kinda gal and always has a great pic to take a kick at.

Good luck!

Comments

Moooooog35 said…
At the very last second, Jimmy decides to go for two.
Moooooog35 said…
"NO! NO! You're supposed to kick the BALL..the BALL!"
Don said…
Foot-ball. Get it? It's not called foot-ball for nuttin'.
Quirkyloon said…
Ouch! I'm not a man and still all I got is OUCH!

I have a strange feelin' that Moooog35 got is with his 8:27AM comment.

hee hee hee
Jen said…
Man! I just came here by way of Me-Me and now you send me back?
Me-Me King said…
They don't call them Longhorn steers for nothing.
Me-Me King said…
Oh, so that's what they mean by a "dead ball".
renalfailure said…
After years of ridicule, Fred Crotchblaster's day of glory had finally come.
C: said…
Regret at the idea of rushing the kicker was the SECOND strongest feeling Jimmy experienced that day.
Whitey said…
Everything's bigger in Texas, usually because of the swelling.
Whitey said…
They didn't cover this in the two-minute warning.
Skye said…
And once again, Charlie Brown wonders why he tries to play football with Lucy!
FreakSmack said…
This was the day that Josh Richardson's nickname changed from "Mad Dog" to "Squeaks McGee".
Tgoette said…
Oh crap! I stepped in a pile of lineman. Dude, can you help me get it off my shoe?
Tgoette said…
But besides that, he did set the all-time NFL record for kicking an opposing player the farthest.
CatLadyLarew said…
I think Moooooog got it again! Go for two... LOLZ.

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