It doesn’t matter what you call it, just don’t call me late for a game.
A lot of people who know me think I have a problem. Some call it an addiction. It’s not easy to talk about, mostly because it has such a strange name: cornhole.
I was originally introduced to the sport four years ago at a family reunion in Minnesota. I was hooked from the beginning. For the last two months, Tania and I have been driving into Boston every Tuesday to play. It was a lot of fun and we were pretty happy with the results.
Pretty much every night, our opponents would ask us, “Why would you drive this far to play this game?”
“Well, because we’re addicted and the closest place to get a fix is 45 minutes away.”
Not anymore though. Introducing www.northshorecornhole.com! If you live within a hundred miles of Manchester-by-the-Sea, I expect to see you at the fun night next Tuesday.
April 10, 2010 at 10:50 pm
I believe you used the word “sport” when referring to cornhole. Eric, let’s be honest. this is not a sport. It certainly must be a game…a good game at that, a fun game, dare I say, a great game…..but still a game!
April 10, 2010 at 10:52 pm
By the way, congratulations on your victory in this great game!