What's That Spell?

For all you football lovers out there, I *think* today's cakes all have football team names on them. (That's my keen deductive reasoning at work again. That, and the teensy plastic footballs.)

PRO TIP: Sometimes "sounding it out" doesn't always work out.

'Course, neither does this:

I especially like the dash. Go - Wreckerators!

"Zoot-a-lo! 'E' is missing!"

(Now try to read that aloud without sounding French. Go on. Eh? Am I right?)

Team Chorger is apparently made up of a single player. Aw. Sad.

This next one isn't so much a spelling error as it is a "Hey-o! Lunchtime!" error:

If the Patriots were from Detroit, this would be perfectly excusable:

What's worse than misspelling your team's name?

How about misspelling the name of your state?

Yowza.

Hey, is there an echo in here?

The NYJ's Jets? Isn't that like saying the ATM machine?
(Oh, see, NOW I'm hitting close to home, huh? Yeah. Don't feel bad; I've said it, too.)

This final one doesn't have a name at all, but I like this decorator's style:

It's simple yet effective, in a poetic kind of way. Which team will win? What's it all mean? Why are we decorating a big chocolate chip cookie with huge gobs of icing? Why?

Michelee U., Robert G., Will H., Rachel B., Lynda B., Molly S., Stacy M., Sarah O., & Elsha H., go! Fight! Win! (And call me when you get back, dahlings; I enjoy our visits.)

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