Laurie F. sent me this poster, which she found via Facebook, and said it reminded her of Caption That Cover. I SHOULD SAY SO. Since it's the last few days of the Olympics (*sniffle*) I thought, why not a Caption That Cover for an Olympic poster?
I mean, come on. Have a look at this:
Posters of dudes just don't get any better than that. Unless you're an Olympic rower in spandex, in which case you are all of the awesome.
The 1912 Stockholm games were also known as the Games of the V Olympiad. DUDE. The potential amazingness of a V Olympiad is unparalleled. Midwives vs. Obstetricians? Formula vs. Breastmilk? Rush Limbaugh vs. All The Women? Anyway.
Here's a bit of interesting trivia via Wikipedia that has nothing to do with captioning Sir Ropes of Crotch up there:
Kanakuri Shizō, a Japanese marathon runner went missing during the race. He stopped at a party taking place in a villa on the marathon route in order to quench his thirst, before catching a train to Stockholm and left the country the next day. He returned to Japan without notifying race officials. He completed the race 50 years later after being invited back by the Swedish authorities with a (unofficial) time of 54 years, 8 months, 6 days, 8 hours, 32 minutes and 20.3 seconds.
So, let's celebrate the Olympics, the spirit of international competition, and whatever the hell goes on with men's crotches during the Olympics and caption that cover poster! The winning caption as determined by a judging panel of me will receive a $25 gift certificate to the bookstore of his or her choosing. Feel free to like your favorite caption and try to sway my affections.
You've got 24 hours to come up with the best caption for the image above. Void where prohibited. Not to be used in conjunction with any cold medicine. Must be over 18 and wearing yellow running shoes to win. Official time to be confirmed by some watchmaker.
Ready, take your mark, and GO caption that poster! Many thanks to Laurie for emailing me the image!
Johnny’s victory in the baton relay race was overshadowed by the fact that he’d gotten his schlong tangled in the tape at the finish line. Again.
Winning the ribbon was the least of his problems.