Like A Leprechaun At The Cornhole I hate activities that need hand-eye coordination. I’ve given up on tennis. I’ve given up on driving.Ive nearly given up playing marbles when I was a kid. I think the only time my brain was everactive was when I was an infant, considering the known fact that babies have active brains. Thephysician said that my poor eyesight is genetic and prescribed sunglasses because I was ten. Ibelieved I just read in the dark too much. But with this condition, why am I hooked on cornhole?What on the planet is cornhole?Like basketball, cornhole is really a game that involves a lot of tossing. A player tosses a cornholebag (aptly named because it is a bag of corn feed) into raised rectangular boards, called cornholeboards, some thirty feet away. The player hopes that the bag either lands on the board or falls viathe single hole cut within the surface. Every bag that sinks into the hole gets three points. The bagthat lands on the cornhole board and remains there in the finish from the game is worth one point.The game could be played by singles or doubles and also the initial player or team to obtaintwenty 1 points, wins the game.Not challenging enough? What would you say if the player tosses a sixteen-ounce bag intocornhole boards measuring only two feet by 4 feet and are positioned thirty-feet away? If a playerdesires to sink the ball in to the hole, he should have fantastic eyesight and fantastic concentrationas the hole is only six inches wide! With such settings, this game was definitely not made forsomebody like me.My cousin, Tia, introduced me to this game inside a club gathering. Everybody seemed to becomeenjoying the game. The players were simply attempting to aimlessly toss the ball, but why all thecheering and taunting? It was when I sat down on the benches that I understood the craze for thisgame from Ohio.Two teams, with two players every were playing against one another. After taking turns throwingeight bags into the cornhole boards, they stopped and tallied the scores. Tia explained that it wasonly 1 inning and the players continue till one team gets twenty points.My initial try at cornholeOne team got nine points in an inning. That indicates that they managed to sink three cornholebags out of four! How did they do that? They had been a pair of males in their forties and by thestroke of their arm when they tossed the bag, I already declared them winner even prior to thegame ended.Tia urged me to play. I did not know a lot about the rules, but I decided to play anyway. A young
couple, Tony and Gena had been within the other team. I got the chance to pitch first but prior tothe bag left my grasp I heard somebody shout foul. The poor was supposed to leave my handinside twenty seconds. It was lost for absolutely nothing, I said to myself. Tony’s pitch was fine, butthe bag merely landed on the board. Not poor.When it was Tia’s turn, the cornhole bag touched the ground however it bounced and landed onthe board. I believed it was okay but the police, that’s what they call the referee, picked it up fromthe board. The cornhole bags had been not supposed to touch the ground. As if this game was notdifficult sufficient!The game continued using the crowd cheering noisily. Becoming amateurs, it took us longer to gettwenty-one points and declare a winner. I was glad that the crowd was considerate. Tia and I wonagainst Tony and Gena for just two points. It was a close match! Just when I thought I learnedsufficient concerning the game, the police known as us leprechauns as he came more than tocongratulate it. Leprechauns, I learned later, are cornhole players whove tossed all four bags inan inning and haven’t gotten one sunk down the hole.I have to try once more at cornhole. I just know it. I feel challenged in spite of my hand-eyecoordination scenario. Perhaps, if I try harder, the leprechaun in the game would no longer be me.One day, the leprechaun in the game will make the marketplace work for himself.