Wow. Most would have said it and done it. Great story.
Another Taming Nature Game: Catching tigers by the tail.
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How about lacrosse played with wolverines instead of with a ball?
All sticks would have to be goalie sticks, I think.
Also, if the wolverine was incapacitated, a fresh, active one would have to be substituted.
Same for the players.
Mini-moto’s are minature motorcycles about two feet tall that have single cylinder engines (chainsaw motors?) There was a British motorcycle magazine that did an article after *Mission Impossible II * came out. That was the movie that had the bikes with magic tires; offroad knobbies, street tires, knobbies, street tires.
Anyways, the magazine editors wanted to know what it was like to try to fight while on motorcycles. They did this on the top level of a parking garage with toy guns. Office dwellers on nearby buildings looking down saw this and called the police. The equivalant of London SWAT team stormed down on them. Much to the embarrasment of all parties involved.
Jerry Seinfeld once joked that the luge would be the only Olympic sport which you could force someone to do against their will. “They’re not really doing anything…they’re just kinda hanging on for their life.” So that’s my pick: the Forced Luge.
Adam
Sharkball!
A team of 3 humans vs 3 sharks.
A designated quarterback takes a huge steak ball and has to try to swim through the sharks to get it to the endzone.
His teammates will play defense. They get blunt sticks which they use to prod the sharks in hopes of distracting them from the quarterback.
Baseball bat fencing. (Credit goes to National Lampoon on this one.)
Downhill pairs figure skating.
Bungee boxing.
Baseball bat fencing. (Credit goes to National Lampoon on this one.)
Downhill pairs figure skating.
Bungee boxing.
Shot put soccer. (Hey! “Break it like Beckham”!)
Mike P., a.k.a. “The Human Probe”, and his four brothers once played soccer with a very large rat that kept coming at them.
An interesting group of siblings – it would take all five of them to cut down a tree. One to chop, and the remaining four to ride it down.
He enjoyed a bit of minor pain in his activities. One time the s.o.b. grabbed on to an electric fence and then on to me just to watch me shout. He never winced, and managed to convince me that as long as you grab on to someone else first, you won’t get zapped. Of course when I tried that on our paramedic Paul C., I realized that Mike had only wanted to watch me jump and shout a second time, thus proving that I am dumber than a cow.
Mike earned his moniker because if survivability was in question in a ski or kayak run, we would send him first to see what might happen. Here are some pics (Mike is in the first few shots and Paul is in the last few shots): http://my.tbaytel.net/culpeper/IslandFalls.html
On Friday evening, over a dozen of us tried skiing down a hill on telemark skis (cross country skis with metal edges) all linked arm in arm together.
It took a few minutes to get everyone untangled after the inevitable crash, what with layer upon layer of crossed skis and entangled legs. Think of the old game of Twister on acid.
Hey, there’s an idea!
You develop those tales a bit, Muffin, and they could be positively Wang-Ka-esque. Great stuff.
A couple years ago, I heard that Chessboxing was actually gaining a bit of a following. I even saw a video of it. They alternate rounds of chess and boxing.
Isn’t this kind of sort of how they pitched the original Survivor (except the part about contestants dying)? I’ve never seen an episode of the show, but I gather that it’s not actually much like this at all. I was quite dissapointed to start hearing about alliances and challenges and votes when the original hype sounded a lot like what you’re saying.
Bolding mine. Interpretation of said bolding yours.
Not only is chess boxing real, but (empty) locomotive chicken was, long ago, a popular event. People thought it was a real hoot to aim a couple of out-of-service engines at each other and let fly. There were experts in this field, who travelled and put on shows much like professional pyrotechnicians do now. Advancing technology put an end to this innocent amusement – it just wasn’t as much fun without an exploding boiler tank to punctuate it. Today, we enjoy only metaphorical train wrecks.
How about water-ski jousting? Or team shark jumping?
More passive might be XTREME WADING!
Most of the suggestions involving animals have already been attempted by Steve Irwin AKA The Crocodile Hunter. I think a martial arts contest similiar to the WWE’s Royal Rumble but using UFC rules (I.E. full contact w/submissions) would be fun to watch. Put oh say a dozen martial artists in a ring like the UFC uses and let them knockout/submission each other until there is one dude left. I’d pay $50 bucks to watch that.
Done lots of stand-up kayak jousting, but that’s more in the category of stupid paddler tricks than anything remotely extreme.
Extreme Sex. First prize goes to the couple who can orgasm in the most spectacular way, voted on by phone poll of Penthouse readers. Also, the sex act must involve in some fashion a vibrator longer than three feet long, at least seven sets of anal beads, a small swimming pool of lube, a skateboard, and a duck.
Thank you, Reader’s Digest about 30 years ago, for one of their Condensed Books of the Month which was all about some Arapaho guy whose name I’ve long since forgotten. The chapter called “Bear Smacking” described exactly this. However, running away was not only permitted but pretty much de rigeur.
I’ve always been fond of the idea of “Full Contact Golf” that showed up in one of those “joke” commercials a few years back. About the only thing that’d make the game interesting, in my book. Maybe it’s just me, but I’d love to see Tiger Woods or Kenny Perry or whoever get totally clocked.