Cornhole

After last weekend's party and then the one we went to on the 4th, I've re-caught the beer pong bug. Unfortunately, when asked if her husband could buy the materials to build a custom (beer pong) table for their housewarming party, the mom-to-be said "negatron." Evidently, she believes that a beer pong table is not the most mature thing for a soon dad-to-be to be making. Buzzkill. I still wanted to make something. Solution?

Cornhole!

Lowe's was celebrating my militariness with a discount this weekend, so we headed over to buy some stuff for the new house on Saturday, and also picked up some Cornhole building supplies. My initial thought was to make a Goatse themed set (anyone? are you reading, Johnny C?), however I decided against the idea, as my maturity was already questioned once while proposing something to make. We decided to go pretty obvious with an N* for me and a Miami M for daBecca. It started like this...

I let Preggers make a couple cuts, but she mainly made the frijole-filled canvas bean bags...

Set for assembly...

I guess I didn't think how difficult this would become without power tools. I woke up this morning with Cornhole-induced carpal tunnel. "Sawdust Bear" made his debut this weekend. He was supervising for safety. Finished the painting today, and the second it dried, we played our first match. Per usual, I won (21-13 & 21-2)...


I'm calling out The Champion for a match. West Coast vs. East Coast. I've got to beat you at something eventually.