Using the current lack of bosses in the office to my advantage, I headed over to the local oil change place about an hour ago to fix my car up good. While there, SportsCenter was concluding and something I’ve never seen before started up at 1 p.m., the 2007 WSSA(R) World Sport Stacking Championships.

For a second, I thought the oil change place had spiked the complimentary coffee with acid, but I was wrong. People had actually gathered together in Malibu to STACK PLASTIC CUPS. Thousands of people. Stacking plastic cups. Crying when they lost. Wearing gold medals when they “won.” One even had the audacity to call himself the “Santana Moss” of Sport Stacking.

I know what you must be thinking. “Jimbuktu, surely you jest.” But, I shit you not. These fucksticks are for real:

Generally, I loathe people that argue over what is and what is not “a sport.” “Who gives a fucking shit?” is generally my comment when someone asks me whether I think cheerleading or poker should be considered a sporting endeavor.

But this … good god. This is the gayest shit I’ve ever seen.