The Redneck Games Part 1

Hi, I’m Bo Lumpkin and I’ve been thinkin’.

It’s hard to get excited over the kind of competition they have in the Olympics if you grew up in the rural South and ever engaged in what I now refer to as “The Redneck Games”.  The high dives from those fiberglass boards into a nice deep pool with nothin’ in the way kinda pales in comparison to watchin’ eight twelve year old boys dive fifteen feet from a creek bank through a four foot space between a rotten log and the front fender of a 39′ ford truck into  four feet of water rushing over a gravel bottom.   The gravel seemed to get deeper because of the number of rocks we had to throw in to scare away all the snakes and loggerhead turtles that also liked that stretch of the creek.

If we were really lucky we  would find a good piece of rope to tie to a limb where we could swing out, turn loose and some of the more athletic ones would do a flip or two.  Nobody ever won any medals but several of the boys did have nice scars that they proudly displayed for the rest of  their teenage years.  Some would even tear the sleeves out of their T-shirts where the scars would show better.

That is what I’ve been thinkin’ about.  That and some more redneck games that Iwill write about later.



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I like to write, draw, and read and do funny stuff.
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2 Responses to The Redneck Games Part 1

  1. I remember being fearless like that.

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