Caption Contest
Time for the Monday OTB Caption ContestTM
Play Ball
REUTERS/Ray Stubblebine
(Picture suggested by Robert Tagorda)
Winners will be announced Thursday PM
REUTERS/Ray Stubblebine
Time for the Monday OTB Caption ContestTM
Play Ball
(Picture suggested by Robert Tagorda)
Winners will be announced Thursday PM
Is that a baseball bat, or are you just glad to see me?
We’ve lost a lot of games and our viewer ratings are down- it’s time for a SCANDAL!
We’ve lost a lot of games and our viewer ratings are down- it’s time for a SCANDAL!
Shouted from the dugout:
I said Billy Martin, not Ricky Martin!
DJ: “Gary, You can grab my crackerjacks, but layoff the Peanuts!”
While searching Jeter, he finds A-Rod…
Take me right now you stud!
“Play Ball” is just about the perfect caption.
“No, man… ‘playing grab-ass’ is just supposed to be a euphemism!”
GS: “Come on baby let’s do the sheffle.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll make it all legal on our next road trip to play the Red Sox.”
“Boyfriend, your gluteus maximus is hot.”
“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. I’m talking about the number two on my shirt, Shef.”
Nobody could figure out why the Yankees sucked so badly that year. After all, the team members were particularly close….
Another baseball euphemism: The Squeeze Play
Another baseball euphemism: Shef rounds second base.
Bored with passe baseball traditions, two long-time veterans redefine the Seventh Inning Stretch.
“You know, these new uniforms really bring out your eyes.”
1. Why the pilot of Dances with Baseball Players didn’t go over well with ABC Execs and was quietly erased.
2. The consequences of having 1 to many curve-balls to the head. Not being able to tell the differance between a fellow player and your wife.
“Maybe it’s the leather, clean cut grass or that hot uniform you are wearing but dude, you had me at hello.”
From the stands and dugout: “Get a room!”
“C’mon, man, gimme the steroids! I know you got ’em stashed in there!”
Give it to me, baby, like Curt Schilling!
(Yes, I’m a BoSox fan. –B)
Just shut up. You had me at Ball Two.
You had me at Ball Two.
Here Gary Sheffield demonstrates why he chose “baseball star” over his second choice: “pickpocket.”
Oh my, when I hold you close like this and look into your eyes….well, lets just say “my cup runneth over”
Sheffield reached third base with Jeter and was now trying to steal home.
It still hurts from the Red Sox.
Here’s the new greeting when players get a home run. The low ten. Of course, some miss the old greeting of the high five.
“Stop it, it’s my ball.”
“No, it’s my ball.”
“I’m telling mommy.”
“Tattle tail.”
Hey, when I said “check out my ‘roids” I meant STEROIDS, you dumb a**hole!
Under pressure from the ACLU, New York exercised it’s new diversity policy by drafting siamese twins Bim and Bam. However the picture cited is that of two teammates exercising the other part of the new diversity policy.
He couldn’t tell whether it was the slimming effect of the stripes or if Jeter had lost some weight, until he checked for himself.
I just love these road games!
Last night was great!
Hit me one more time baby!
Another baseball euphemism: A Double Header
Lets do the Yankee-Hankee-Pankee!
Jeter – “Shef, did you spend time as a kid with Michael Jackson?”
Sheffield – “Nope, just with my priest.”
Jeter – “Ahhhhhh.”
Fresh out of the closet these two Yankees have not yet completely grasped the concept of a reach around!
21st Century Baseball – Along came on-deck circle dancing. Jeter balked. Saying, “The taller player should lead.”
‘Gary, I’m thinking that I might need to define the word discreet for you, my man.”
BALL FOUR!!