Separated At Birth? Kevin Youkilis And Yukon Cornelius

Red Sox Kevin Youkilis   Yukon Cornelius, Prospector

Youk and Yuke. Boston Red Sox and “Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer.” Coinkydink? The proof is in the nose.

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PeaceBang said…
Great minds think alike. I said this on my own blog a year or so ago.
They're TWINS. Your Photoshopping is genius.
April 11, 2009
P.L. Frederick said…
Hee hee! Thanks, Peacebang. I found your post on their twinship (here's the link) and I think these two examples seal the deal. Youkilis, we're onto you.
April 11, 2009
Unknown said…
OMG How Hillarious!!!! I was doing a search for photos of Kevin Youkilis and found this blog. For the past several years I have called him "Youkon Cornelius". I'm so glad to hear I'm not the only one!!!!
April 25, 2009
P.L. Frederick said…
You are indeed not alone in this, Yvonne. I firmly back you up and also suggest that Youkon Cornelius is a genius-type name. At subsequent conversations invoking said name, print out this scientific photo comparison and present it as Exhibit A. The nose don't lie.

Thanks for visitin' and commentin', Ms. Yvonne!
April 25, 2009
Anonymous said…
Oh I can't believe it!!

I thought I had this idea myself! I wanted to send some pics to the local radio station with "separated at birth" and found this! I thought was the first person on the planet who thought this up!
June 11, 2009
P.L. Frederick said…
Dear Anonymous,

The radio station needn't know. Let's keep it between ourselves, shall we? (Or, feel free to give them these pictures here, but please mention Small & Big blog. I need all the promotions I can get, eh?)

Signed,
Zipper Lip
June 11, 2009
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