The boring act of driving just got more exciting with extreme interstates. Hey, if Burt Reynolds can do it, so can you. The final stop on my mental trip of an extreme world stops at Memorial Stadium. The Cornhuskers have taken off their pads and helmets and are now ready to rumble. Shoot, that doesn't work either.
Extreme football sounds a little too much like that age-old sport of rugby.
Back to the couch. I realize that an extreme world would be kind of fun, but not as fun as finding the person responsible for this extreme craze, and giving him an extreme beat down. Then it hits me. The kook responsible for this trend is none other than Robert VanWinkle. You know him as Vanilla Ice.