So far, I like this one best. 
Here’s my lame attempt:
Oh, no! It’s that dream again where I’m not wearing any pants.
Um…It’s NOT a dream??
Whiny voice: “Do these shorts make me look fat?”
whimpering: “I think you missed the point of getting dentures.”
Gah! How many points does a 3-pointer count for again?
“I am Cornholio!”
Steve didn’t mind the weekly hernia check, but why did the doctor’s hands always have to be so cold?
I think we can claim Miller the winner, hands down.
Or hands up? “Are you threatening me?!”
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“Og Smash!”
Mmm. Fibery, sweaty goodness.
Not a caption, but for some reason I felt compelled to do this.
Sorry.
Ahhh crap. 5 minutes left in the quarter. Gotta pee… Gotta pee…
OMG, I am having trouble breathing, that’s hilarious!
Dammit, my nipple shield is caught on my jersey!
I wonder if the switchboard at the Chicago Reader suddenly lit up like a Christmas tree after you posted that.
Damn that center on the other team is so sexy!!!