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Pause, Ponder and Pun


Athletes are a special breed. Like this guy.
I knew soccer players had leather balls but I didn't expect a demonstration!
Are you a winner?
Be a player.
The goal is to leave us your best caption.
Are you game?
We'll field all comers.
Try and kick it up a notch.
We'll score the winner Saturday.
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Anonymous said…
Mmmmmm Aaaaaa Zzzzzz Dddddd Aaaaaa

Mazda dance.

Ah we can dance if we want to, we can leave those cars behind
Cause your cars don't dance and if they don't dance
Well they're are no cars of mine!
26 August 2009 at 09:51
Anonymous said…
David Beckham has nothing on me. Well, maybe Posh!
26 August 2009 at 12:36
Nooter said…
big gay al and his self-wedgification were always a hit with the crowd
26 August 2009 at 12:47
Donnie said…
I'm a spectator this week. Should be fun. If I don't have something come to me instantly, there's no hope...
26 August 2009 at 16:32
renalfailure said…
That is NOT how we greet the Queen, Richard.
26 August 2009 at 17:19
TheWordWire said…
"Hey, I got your World Cup right here."
26 August 2009 at 20:54
Anonymous said…
Lady Gaga,...
Sans makeup.
26 August 2009 at 21:21
David said…
I think the expression on his face tells the whole story of this event.
27 August 2009 at 01:37
Skye said…
I'm with Quirky on the dance part, only I think he's doing the "pee-pee" dance not Mazda dance...lol.

So saying, my caption is "Just a few more minutes and you can let fly!"
27 August 2009 at 17:37
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