Former neighbor, Lyle
Kammerlocker, recently returned from the Summer Redneck Games in
Georgia and said he competed well in Redneck Horseshoes. All
those hours of backyard slinging toilet-seats over the tree stump
finally paid off. When I asked him what he won, he mumbled
“Nuthin’. First prize is a crumpled beer can.” Okay, I’m
thinking, at least the winner gets a beer. “Nope, it’s completely
empty. Redneck tradition, make use of the empties.”
The Summer Redneck Games in East Dublin, Georgia is an example of
lemonade from lemons, or in this case turning insults into a
tradition. The event started in 1996 in response to media
comments the 1996 Olympics in Atlanta would be run by a group of
rednecks. Mac Davis, the general manager of radio station WQZY-FM,
created the games to take advantage of the stereotype while raising
money for charity. The first year he thought 500 might show, instead
5000 came.
All profit goes to charity so their website touts these games as like a
grandiose bake sale, only with butt cracks and hubcaps instead of
brownies and pies. The media covers this thing like a Tiger Woods
presser. Life Magazine (our favorite picture magazine since Death
Magazine went under) printed 26 pictures online. If you view it, be
sure to catch Marybell Jones mud-pit-belly-flopping in full gingham.
Lyle said Life photographed him hurling a ’55 Chevy hubcap in the
Hubcap Hurl but the shot didn’t make the final cut. However, you can
spot his feet near the end of the rope in the Mud Pit Tug-of-War.
Lyle tells us, that in one locale, he never saw so many dogs on a chain
or, for that matter, wallets on chains, also. “Fried ‘gator on a stick,
dogs kept jumping at ‘em.”
Some say there are plans to make “Redneck Games” into a Broadway play.
Here’s my suggestion: when they have an actor play Melvin Davis, the
“Babe Ruth of Bobbin’ for Pigs’ Feet”, don’t steal songs from “Fiddler”
to show Davis, dancing around with a pig’s foot in his mouth, singing
“Tradition.” Wouldn’t be kosher.
When the 12-year-old kid plays “Dixie” with his armpit, don’t have
Tevye offering to be his agent. “If You Were a Rich Man” doesn’t
apply to an overall wearing kid doing an armpit serenade. I’m
just saying.

We’re not saying other Broadway songs might not apply. “Hair” is
perfect for when all the ladies pose for the “Big-hair contest”,
or maybe something from “Rock of Ages”, the Broadway tribute to Big
Hair bands. Maybe borrow from “South Pacific” with “I’m Going to
Wash that Bubba Right Out of My Hair.” A particular “T n A” song from
“All That Jazz” works well with the “Wet T-shirt contest”. Some
numbers from “Rent” might fit the “Dumpster diving contest.” One
thing we can be sure of, if “Redneck Games” makes it to Broadway, the
entire cast will cap off the show with the rousing redneck anthem: “We
Hate Jeff Gordon.”