Tuesday, Oct. 08, 2002 + 9:40 a.m.
There is a game that people play in this town called CORNHOLE. I don�t know why or how it got it�s name, but every time I hear someone say this word, I just don�t know how to react. This is a REAL game! My husband who is from Cincinnati and likes to call me a hick because I�m from Louisville, Kentucky, thinks that this game is, �no big deal�. Why am I always the hick? People in Louisville and Lexington never played CORNHOLE. At least not in my neighborhood. And��if I�m such a hick, why do his relatives have games called CORNHOLE? It really is some kind of hillbilly game, though. It�s a wooden box with a hole in it, that people throw bean bags in and try to get them to go through the hole. I�m not sure about scoring or anything beyond that. As you�ve probably guessed by now, it�s really high-tech. I imagine that it began as some farmer�s game and a way of using up all the old corncobs they had laying around after toilet paper was invented. Doesn�t that make sense? So they took a board that had some hole in the middle, propped it up on a cinder block and threw the old corncobs in the hole. Woooooooooooooohoooooooooooooo! You gochyersef a gayum thar! Les call Milton Bradleeee. Believe it or not, these games are REALLY popular at picnics, parties and bar-B-ques around Cincinnati. It�s right up there with horseshoes. Don�t even get me started on that game. We recently went to one of my sisters-in-law�s parties at which she was supposed to have borrowed her sister�s cornhole game. The conversation went something like this: Me: Where�s your cornhole? I�ve never really seen one up close. Her: It�s actually my sister�s. She just got a brand new one for $65 and didn�t want me to damage it. Me: You can�t use her cornhole? Her: Can you believe it? Me: Is SHE using her cornhole? Her: I don�t know, they�ve already had all their summer parties, so probably not until next year. The nerve! Me: Wow. You�d think if you just got a brand new cornhole for $65, you�d really be itchin� to use it! Her: Geez. So, there you have it. The most fun people have at parties in Ohio is talking about their sister�s cornhole. God, I�ve got to get OUT OF HERE!!!!!! What ever happened to lawn Jarts?
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