All of that to say: Rejected Olympic events. Lindsay started texting me late one night last week (she lives tragically far from me and is three hours behind) with ideas for rejected Olympic events. The junkstroke. Volleymuffin. Javeljump.
And I immediately began yellaughing and playing the rejected Olympic events game and we texted for DAYS, people. And we yellaughed sitting at our respective desks in our respective time zones. (We also have a name for when we yellaugh at inappropriate times and places: DOAM. As in I just Disturbed Others Around Me.)
So this is our list, and I will assert here that some of this is not as ridiculous as trampoline, which is a legit Olympic event. Also, because any hilarious idea we have the Interweb has already had, I just discovered a hashtag on Twitter: #RejectedOlympicEvents.
But ours are funnier, dammit.
Competitive cursing (I am a total contender for this one.)
Doubles manscaping (sponsored by Chik-fil-A)
Women’s beach volleyball watching
Also, there is a special digital Olympics category that includes:
Pretending to listen
Technical speed walktexting
You got any to add? This is a team sport, folks!