Considering I’m the type of girl that believes in throwing her shirts back into the dryer to get the wrinkles out, this new “sport” has me scratching my head. Welcome to the world of “Extreme Ironing”, where participants bring their ironing to odd locations to combine the thrill of  being in an extreme location with the satisfaction of having a “well pressed shirt”.  Why do I think that this was the thought of someone very clever who was just fed up with doing all the laundry?