A local sea food establishment has notified area residents, via an advertising insert in today’s St. Petersburg newspaper that a ‘cornhole tournament’ will be held Thursday at 7:00 PM. Fortunately, a prior commitment will prevent my attending this event but I thought I would share the information with those of you who didn’t notice, or didn’t receive, this important communication.
If any of you elect to attend, I do hope you will get back to us with a report on the outcome of said tournament. Please wash your hands before posting.
I have no idea but I do know what the term ‘cornhole’ meant when I was a kid; I will not further define that term. I only hope it now means something other than what it did mean. I don’t know if Google is your friend in this instance and I have no intention of giving it a try.
Actually, I live in St. Pete now; I’ve got to change my location one of these days but I know how much you enjoy the appellation you’ve applied and I hate the idea of taking that toy away from you. I guess I’ll just leave it the way it is for now.
Is there no respect for history? Or tradition? How are young men supposed to grow up well versed in the vocabulary of guy school if ‘cornholing’ has been reduced to the status of a game played in polite(?) society?
I think I’m not supposed to mention the name of the eatery but the tournament will be held at 7:00 PM this coming Thursday at 1500 Second St. South in St. Petersburg. Actually, their menu has some really good sounding things on it; it’s just the games they play that I don’t like.
I’m pretty sure that the game was invented by Beavis-and-Butthead-loving college kids who made the name up as kind of a joke, since the game is throwing bags of corn into a hole. But it stuck. And now, cornhole tournaments are EVERYWHERE in Ohio.
Here in Chicago, we have tournaments at bars all the time. But we don’t call it cornhole. We either call it bean bags or just bags, e.g. “Hey, you want to get in on this bags tournament?” Or, “I’m going to Lou’s Bar to play bags.”
I decided a while back to build my own boxes and went online to find dimensions. That’s when I found out that people call it cornhole. Much like LouisB, my mind went back to the high school definition.
Yeah. There’s an official Cornhole Association (or some such) where you can get the correct dimensions (as Shadowfyre) mentioned. There were quite a few smirks and giggles (from me) when SpouseO looked it up to make some cornholing equipment for his mother.
Dear lord, that last sentence is at least three kinds of wrong.