Thought for the day: If you've ever raced a monster truck through knee-high mud, you might be a redneck.
Since this Friday's post will be highlighting my adopted state of Georgia, today seems like an appropriate time to write about the
Redneck Olympics.
Back in 1996, when the REAL Summer Olympics were held here in Atlanta, there was a teensy bit of disparaging chatter about holding the Olympics in (look down your nose when you say it)
redneck territory. So a bunch of good-natured Georgians grabbed hold of that idea with both fists, and held the first Redneck Olympics that same year. Nothing but a raucous down-home good time, it was established as an innovative and fun way to raise money for charity. Touted on their website as
more fun than indoor plumbing, it also boasts
Everybody and their butt crack is welcome --- even Yankees. Was it a success? You betcha, and it continues to be. Not only has the little town of East Dublin, Georgia raised scads of money every year since, but the Redneck Games are now held in quite a few other decidedly NOT redneck areas ... by (gasp) Yankees, and even as far north as Canada.
So, what kinds of competition would you find at the Redneck Olympics, you ask? Certainly no water polo or fencing, but you WILL find some of these thing:
- Hillbilly horseshoes- kinda like the usual kind of horseshoes, only with toilet seats
- Hubcap hurl
- Armpit serenade
- Watermelon seed spitting
- Mud pit belly flop
- Beer-swilling
- Wife-carrying
- Lawnmower racing
- Bobbing for pigs feet
- Pie-eating
Sounds like fun, huh? To further traumatize you reinforce your understanding of these games, how about some pictures?
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| Bobbing for pigs feet |
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| Almost got one! |
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| Got it! |
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| gonna be a good un! |
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| um, no caption needed |
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| His mama's so proud! |
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| He's playing our song. |
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| Double header! |
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| um, good clean fun, right? |
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| Another armpit serenader |
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| Not as easy as it looks, I'll betcha. |
Nobody can say rednecks don't know how to have FUN. And they aren't nearly as uncouth as some people seem to think they are, either. After all, they don't have any belching or pull-my-finger contests, now, do they?
What competition would YOU like to watch . . . or better yet . . . BE in?
Until next time, take care of yourselves. And each other.
