Motionless

A North Country club engaged the services of a massive 280-pound front-row forward whose only drawback was that he was rather slow. At a match one Saturday afternoon, this monster was standing motionless in the middle of the pitch, apparently in a trance.

'Oi, Jenkins!' the coach shouted from the touch-line. 'Move around a bit! You're killing the grass!'

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