For forty-three weeks, Stephen Bean has stood astride caption.me like a colossus — albeit a colossus made primarily of legumes. Challenger after plucky challenger has hurled themselves at the Bean Wall, only to be reduced to a thin, witty paste and quietly composted. The man hasn’t so much won the contest as he has occupied it, like a tenant who pays his rent in punchlines and absolutely refuses to leave.
But this Sunday? This Sunday is different.
Al Overy — and let’s all take a moment to appreciate that the universe has gifted us a man literally named “all over” arriving to end an era — currently sits atop the leaderboard.
Al Overy, the prophesied one. Al Overy, whose surname reads like a bookmaker’s headline written in advance. If he holds his lead through to close of play, Sunday won’t merely mark the end of a streak; it will mark the precise moment Stephen Bean transitions, gracefully and inevitably, into a Has-Bean.
Forty-three weeks. One Sunday. And a challenger whose name is the closing line.
Pass the salsa, ladies and gentlemen. This Bean may finally be cooked