Welp, I’ve been at Aunt Fern’s house all of 5 minutes and my head has already exploded. Mr. Friend and I walk in and have a million questions for her about Sacks. Aunt Fern’s face looks like she’s smelling a poot.
“What is this Sacks” she asks, “It sounds dirty!”
We clarify.
“Oh, dear! That’s a filthy name for it! We call it Corn-Hole here!”
CORN-HOLE! This game is called CORN-HOLE! And, that’s the less filthy alternative to Sacks? CORN-HOLE.
Anyway, Aunt Fern explains that CORN-HOLE was invented by the esteemed Cobb family of Hyde Park. They’re the ones hosting the big tournament on Friday. Mr. Friend and I turn to each other and make an unspoken vow - we are Sacks-aholics all the way; the game will always be Sacks to us!
Long story short: Aunt Fern’s house smells like meatloaf and mothballs. And we’re meeting the Cobbs of Hyde Park on Friday to get to the bottom of this Corn-Hole business.
