I have been wanting a blog for quite awhile now so that I can tell everyone about my travels. For July 4th this year I decided that I had to go to the redneck games in Dublin, Ga. After going and having such a strange experience, I decided that now was the time to create a blog because really everyone should know about the redneck games:)
First, you should know that I dragged Missy, Sarah (her sister), Zack and Zoe. Lucky for me, Missy also likes to do wierd things. After arriving in Dublin, we get lost first. I know you're wondering how I got lost in such a small city and I blame it all on the directions that map quest gave us. We stopped several times to ask for directions and then the cop stopped us and told us to "hurry and get out of the area that we were in before we got hurt." Looking back, we should have known that the redneck games were not what we were expecting. I can still tell you how we pictured it. We thought there would be lots of events and maybe some gold medals. We honestly thought it would just be 'some good ole boys' getting together. Boy, we couldn't have been more wrong. We missed the hubcap throwing but made it in time to see the bobbing for pig's feet. That was just plain scary. They were so serious about it. During the first round a girl chipped her tooth. Missy and Zack did not even make it to the second round. I watched the whole thing but only because I was raised on a farm and can somehow detach myself from gross things. I just kept thinking you have got to get a picture of this, because no one is going to believe you. The funny thing is they were doing this for a trophy that had a beer can on the top. Yes, a beer can. There was a mud bath. Literally, a mud bath. I was standing pretty far away and still got splattered in mud. I have never seen so many rebel flag bikinis on people that should NOT have been wearing them.
After the mud bath, we just couldn't take anymore. It was bacoming just one giant drunken brawl. Don't get me wrong I love being from the south just as much as the next guy. I love all that it stands for and I wouldn't trade my childhood for anything is this world. This was something different though. I am pretty sure that if anyone had taken my picture my mouth would have been wide open.
So really if you were thinking about going to the redneck games don't bother. Just turn on your hose pipe and dance around in the mud.
ps check out even more pics on my flickr account.
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