Thursday, September 15, 2005

Closed Captions

When I left Bellevue, WA in 1991, my brother and I entered a caption contest in the local Eastside paper. For two years we watched the contests and for two years we kept saying we could do better. Our one and only entry won first place. Since then, I've carefully avoided any such contests and enjoyed my perfect batting average. That is, until recently. I've been unable to resist many of the New Yorker's caption contests. My batting average is falling precipitiously, but I'm still having fun. The competition is much tougher, and there are many entries (according the New Yorker, 6000 per week).


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