Heads of state don’t play volleyball. It could a set a president. It spikes ill of any such figure who seeks a bump in popularity.
How does an archer get in shape?
My algebra prof and I went to the lanes to throw a few balls. We are quite the parabowlers.
Motto of the Analympics: Stronger Faster Farter.
Hear about the basketball player being sued? What a bunch of hooplaw. I bet it never makes it to court.
Skydivers chute first, ask questions later. No wonder they’re so well grounded.
The gangland baseball star established a huge mafia umpire. Of course, he won’t say a word about his past hits: He follows the code of homerta, and brushes off all allegations as baseless. But he has been seen patrolling the alleys, and out of left field, he takes a swing at the pitcher. ‘Don’t try to put one past a man with three balls,’ he gloats. Despite facing the heat for two controversial strikes–and repeatedly ending up in foul territory–he ends up walking. Of course, the other guys balk. The next inning he decides to stick a cap on a fan. This time the hard liners get to him. So he winds up in the pen. Before, he would feast on sliders, but now he kills time sacrificing flies and collecting booze tins on his mickey mantle. Some say he dabbles in CyYoungtology. During this short stop, he pulls off a deadly sidearm delivery. He rallies, ends up running all the bases, and despite being violently tagged, he makes it home, safe. The truth of the matter? You could ask the catcher, but the catcher knows squat.
When you go skydiving, it helps to down a pair o’ shooters.
If Argentina doesn’t contain the German attack, they’ll be begging for Messi.
Gymnasts do not like Paris neighbourhoods. Especially when it’s a wrong dismount.