Umm, you misspelled "3rd Base."
With the exception of wives for upper middle class white men and body parts for serial killers, there are basically two kinds of trophies: the iconic kind you keep on display — AKA the Heisman, Lombardi, Stanley Cup — and the kind you immediately pack into a box in the garage — AKA any trophy you've ever won and these seventeen wonders of modern sculpture.
Ugh, give it a rest already, WE GET IT — not all female golfers are lesbians.
Bet you didn't know you get a trophy for buying a copy of the Kama Sutra.
Great, now you can call Batman and tell him about the game you just won.
What do you mean "Did I salvage this from an abandoned porcelain factory in Thailand?"
You're going to be tempted to Google "Silver Vagina" after seeing this, but don't. Trust us.
Look everyone, it's the world champion of Candyland!
You laugh, but recycling Honey, I Shrunk the Kids props is good for the environment.
Take note of this inanimate object living out a fantasy you never will.
"This trophy will go great in the foyer of my grandmother's house."