At first glance it's just another shot of a hockey player on the bench, of a scoreboard, of a moon rising over a ball court, of Michael Jordan in an iconic pose. You look away, grab a pretzel from the bag. Enough web browsing—time to switch over to the boob tube. As you reach for the remote, neurons backfire, returning to the synapses they had just crossed. It's a neurotransmission rewind. Your brain screams "Whoa, Nelly." Your conscience yanks at the reins.
Slowly, your eyes shift back to that picture. And then you see what you had already seen, but hadn't realized. You see the girl behind the hockey player on the bench. You see the extra digit in the score. You see the hand reaching for the moon. You see the number on Jordan's jersey.
If you're prone to whiplash, put on your neck brace; it's double-take time.
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If M.C Escher had taken up photography instead of drawing, this is what he might've come up with.
Go ahead and misspell Ryan Leaf. Go for it. Lief. Leef. Leev. Do your worst. No one's going to buy the jersey anyway. But Aaron Rodgers. The Aaron Rodgers. Come on, marketing people. Doesn't spelling count in an MBA program?
Cell towers? Nope. Electrical transmission towers? Nope. Christmas lights? Uh-uh.
Holy pinnacle of awesomeness—those are people, people.
Photoshopped? No, sir. These 28 climbers are truly and symmetrically perched on Cleopatra’s Needle in the Italian Alps.
Now shoot a hockey puck into the great red spot on Jupiter and I'll be really impressed.
No wonder she's winning. With an IQ significantly higher than arguably the two greatest physicists ever to walk the Earth, she is probably using her mind to unravel and re-thread the space–time continuum to her advantage.
Not wall art in an Olympic Games exhibit. Just a 74 mph photobomb.
Shaq: 7'1" (2.16 meters)
Danica: 5'2" (1.57 meters)
Think about it, stack two Subway Footlongs on end, then balance the grinder tower on Danica's head and she'll just barely top the Big Shamrock.
Yes, that's a pumpkin he's sitting on. And wearing on his head. Welcome to Windsor, Nova Scotia's Pumpkin Regatta, an annual event.
Snigger if you will, but paddling a PVC (personal vegetable craft) is reportedly no easy task.
After attending the University of Kentcuky for a year, John Wall (No. 11 in picture) joined the NBA as a proud member of the Washingnot Wizards.
A screenshot of Ben Eager sitting on the bench. No thrills here. But don't look away just yet. Take in the details. The cooler. The Gatorade tote. The coach and clipboard... the young lady.
Click here for a NSFW video of the glorious incident.
Witness the ultimate in winter sports comfort—the Holmenkollen rocket lodge. No longer do ski jumpers need to make the long trek back to the lodge after a frigid and unnerving jump. The accommodations now up and travel with the athletes.
Here Norwegian ski jumper Anders Jacobsen takes full advantage of the glorious technology.
So the story goes that Ali confessed to photographer Flip Schulke that "his secret training routine involved a strenuous underwater workout."
Reportedly Ali agreed to allow Schulke to photograph him underwater on the condition that the photos get published in Life magazine.
Decades later Ali apparently confessed that the whole submerged training routine was a tall tale; Ali just wanted a cool picture of himself in Life.
Sure, but can the old codger do a layup?
Man, that deer antler spray is some powerful stuff.
Ray, best hold off on the moose spray, lest you vaporize yourself.
Australian soccer player Mark Bridge laments a missed shot against Ivory Coast during a Group A Men's soccer match at the Beijing 2008 Olympics in Tianjin, China.
Moments later, as was trudging off the pitch, he stumbled and twisted three of his ankles.
Tiger Woods' only alleged mistress yet to be uncovered.
"The outfit is about illusion," Venus said, "and that's been a lot of my motif this year, illusion."
That's a little deep, Venus. I'd say the outfit is about heralding your tush.
Hey a Golden State win isn't inconceivable here; there are still 12 minutes left in the game.
(Scoreboard debacle courtesy of Oracle Arena in Oakland)
Jordan and 23 are as inextricably linked as Madonna and boob cones.
So who is this No. 12 clown?
It's MJ all right. See once upon a Valentine's Day (1990, to be specific) an enterprising fan stole Jordan's jersey from the locker room shortly before tip off. With no replacement on hand, His Airness had no choice but to re-numerate for the night.