What started off in 1996 as a goofy way to raise money for charity has evolved into a nationwide phenomenon. Back in 1996, Atlanta was going to host the Olympics and a lot of jokes were being made about a bunch of rednecks hosting the Olympics.
As legend tells it, a host of volunteers put together a ridiculous schedule of “Redneck Games” for locals to compete in. They expected a small turnout, some decent weather, and a few laughs..
What they got was a little slice of Dixie magic. The first year, they expected 500 people to show up. They got 5,000 instead.
Since then, the Redneck Games have expanded into an annual major event. Over the last decade, roughly 95,000 individuals have attended the one-day extravaganza.
There’s the Hubcap Hurl, the Bobbin’ for Pig’s Feet Fest, and Redneck Horseshoes — in which toilet seats are the objects thrown. Each individual event has its own legion of fans, roster of popular competitors, and history filled with tradition. People still talk about the 12-year-old boy who played the Southern ode “Dixie” with his underarm and palm back in 2000, everyone recognizes that Melvin Davis is the Babe Ruth of Bobbin’ For Pigs’ Feet, and it’s common knowledge that the Games don’t begin until the Ceremonial Grill is lit. Like SEC football or hating Jeff Gordon, the Redneck Games, too, have become a favorite pastime for Southern sports fans.
Over the years, the Games have become a bit of a media darling as well. Like Dakota Fanning or Fruit Rollups, everyone seems to love them. The press coverage has been international. “Good Morning America, Life, Maxim, MTV Road Rules/Real World Challenge, The Tonight Show, ABC, NBC, CBS, BBC, and FOX. The list goes on and on.”;
All profit — every last cent — from the Redneck Games goes to local charities. The East Dublin Lions Club look to place the money in areas that need the most help.” In essence, it’s like a grandiose bake sale — only with butt cracks and hubcaps instead of brownies and pie. It’s not about the money.
All in all, the Redneck Games are just a silly, good time. Though it’s gradually expanded in attendance and in popularity over the past decade, the yearly tradition is still as wholesome and pure as it was back in ’96. Everyone and their butt crack is welcome — even Yankees.