No Balls

I’m disappointed in this week’s finalists for the New Yorker caption contest. They are:

A.) “I think the Manhattan skyline is getting suspicious.”

B.) “I just wish we could talk about something other than global warming.”

C.) “Well, that was abominable.”

I don’t get A. I think I get C, but it’s not very funny. [BTW, when I was young I thought it was the abdominal snowman.] B is pretty funny but a bit pedestrian. I bet 1000 people submitted similar lines. I much prefer the one I sent in:

"Do all the frozen sperm banks offer seasonal specials?"

The most obvious, and yet unprintable, caption, of course, would have made reference to snowballing. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if The New Yorker received submissions on that theme. I can only imagine relative obscurity of the term among their dignified readership as an excuse for not selecting one of those; surely prudishness would not have stopped them, as they are not the New York Times.