It all started, as do most great revelations, innocuously enough, over a pizza lunch with friends. Two huge TV screens towered over us and, given the paucity of "real sports" currently being played, I paid little attention...at first.

On the screen to my left, two somewhat paunchy, medically masked fellows were pitching beanbags in a televised game of professional cornhole, replete with a number of major sponsors ("You can't spell sausage without USA!")

On the other, fourteen fellows - seven per team - were in game of ultimate frisbee. In fact, it was a weekend contest between Los Angeles and Austin, squads in the AUDL - American Ultimate Disc League. A bit of research quickly uncovered that there are 22 teams in the league and players make about $500 to $750 per game, although the "stars" of ultimate frisbee can make up to $1,500.

But then, the cornhole contest ended (much to the indifference of the crowd in the pizzeria) and a new program began. It was a sport that I, as a Southerner, not only immediately understood, not only appreciated, but took to heart as an instant favorite. There, before me, was RV racing. Well, actually, RVs pulling boats racing. Oh, hell yes!!

There it was, from Bakersfield, California, was a sport perfect in its simplicity, yet (bluntly speaking) awesome in its insanity! A number really expensive internal combustion vehicles with kitchens were towing not-so-cheap watercraft around a track! By accident, or perhaps by Divine design, until the return of "real" games from this virus induced, sports purgatory, I had a new favorite! An so did my friends. Within seconds we were all sitting on the same side of the table (social distancing be damned!), watching the most redneck sport that any of us will ever see!