Well, you just can’t keep a good thing quiet.
At least that’s the lesson their taking away from last Saturday’s annual Summer Redneck Games in Buckeye Park in East Dublin, Ga.
Now, I did not attend. I toyed with the idea of going. I had my disguise: a University of Georgia “Go Dawgs!” T-shirt with the sleeves cut off, a pair of worn-out jeans cut off at the knees, and a beat-up baseball cap emblazoned with a Red Man chewing tobacco logo and a Bud Lite koozie.
But it just so happened that the 15th annual Redneck Games were being held on the same weekend that I was camping with the boy for Cub Scouts. So I couldn’t go. Actually, I was a little relived when I found out.
I will get to the Games eventually. How could anyone living in Georgia not attend them, at least once.
For those of you who are Yankees or otherwise unfamiliar with this annual event, they originally began as a spoof of the 1996 Atlanta Olympic Games; the brainchild of some radio DJs. Now the event is run as a fundraiser for the East Dublin Lions Club.
It’s a slice of white, southern America, according to the Macon Telegraph:
People with missing teeth smile wide and show the gaps proudly. Men with pear-shaped physiques dance like maniacs wearing nothing but cut-off jeans and Confederate flag caps. Grandmothers dive into a giant mud pit.”
Evidently, the world is getting interested in the doings in East Dublin, as video crews for German, Japanese and Australian TV shows, as well as correspondents from English and Spanish radio (that would be, like, from England and Spain, not just the languages).
As for the games themselves, the highlights include:
Aubrey Matthews, 8, defended his title in the armpit serenade, playing “Mary Had a Little Lamb.” Last year he won with his rendition of “Dixie.” Click here to read about last year’s Redneck Games.
Martin Souster, 24, of Oxford, England, won the bobbin’ for pigs feet event, removing seven pigs feet out of a tub of water in 20 seconds using only his teeth.
Other events included redneck horseshoes (which uses toilet seats instead of horseshoes), and the belly-flop-into-a-mud-pit competition, among others.
I came back from the camping trip with a red neck of my own, as the temperature was 100-degrees-plus and the sun was merciless. The event, officially called Webelos Encampment, was still an official success, as my group of boys had a blast working with older Boy Scouts. The highlight was their paddling across the lake by themselves to spend the night without any parents lurking about. They paddled back the next day with supreme confidence in themselves, which is what the whole trip was for.