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Hey, have you ever heard of “redneck” sports? If not, don’t feel bad: life has become an endless blizzard of memes, and you can’t stop and examine every snowflake. I had never heard of them until the other day, when an e-mail arrived from a volunteer with the local chapter of the National Multiple Sclerosis Society asking if I might be interested in covering their junior board’s Redneck Olympics fund-raiser. “There will be beer pong, flip cup, a best mullet contest, a watermelon seed spitting contest, a shopping cart race, draft beer, and good tunes,” he wrote.