The first I heard of cornhole was two years ago at my friend Amy’s wedding in Cincinnati. She had planned a festive outdoor reception, complete with lawn games–including the aforementioned sport.
Who knew throwing little corn-filled bean bags at a wooden board could be so much fun.
I got to play a little cornhole again this summer when I went to Cincinnati for my friend Mya’s baby shower. Our little group attended a cancer fundraiser for her family, and they had a cornhole tournament set up. After practicing for about a half an hour, my friends Amy and Fork entered and were promptly knocked out of the tournament by two cornhole sharks.
Anyway, when a friend sent me a notice about the Congressional election in Cincinnati today (which, sadly, I knew absolutely nothing about until he sent it), I headed over to the Enquirer webpage to get the skinny.
Except the headline that caught my eye wasn’t about politics at all.
Turns out cornhole is about to get some national attention.
So the question is: Is the nation really ready for cornhole?
Photo above: my friend, Fork, takes a practice chuck at the cornhole board as a warmup for the tournament while Amy (left) and Mya (right) heckle.
