Just when you thought it was safe to read my blog again, I bring you more photos from the Redneck Games!
(Hey, I allowed a few days for your system to get back to normal after Sunday’s post.)
Sarah shows off her "arsenal of hydration." *
Bursting with excitement, I lead the way to the festival. (Photo by Royce)
Bikinis and boots: A fashion trend sweeping Dublin. (Photo by Royce)
Muscular men and jorts go together like peas and carrots (or twigs and berries, as the case may be). And white velcro shoes too? Mmm ... tasty!
Feast upon this buffet of manflesh and be disappointed you did not get to use your own looking holes -- er, eyes -- in person.
Nothing says "redneck" like a freshly dug mudpit for bellyfloppin'.
Ol' Dixie also makes a great beach towel.
I actually wanted to compete in this event. They didn't draw my number. I wept. (Or maybe that was just sweat.)
Nothing like a "sovienor" cup to commemorate the day.
If you are thinking about attending next year’s Redneck Games, you should know this:
- It is hotter than the surface of the sun in Dublin in July.
- Even with a canopy, you must apply sunscreen or you will be redder than the General Lee.
- There is no organization and no real schedule. Type As must get over it.
- No real bathrooms either. Savor the Port-O-Let.
- Media will nearly outnumber the participants.
- You can make a killing selling ice. And beer. And Dixie bathing suits.
See you all next year!
* Heidi gets the credit for this term.
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