Who You Callin’ Cornhole?

 

 

Yesterday I got up early to watch some Wimbledon Tennis and during a commercial break, there was a spot for another competitive “sport” – Cornhole.

 

I wasn’t sure I’d seen or heard the ad correctly, so Mister played it back a few times. Agog, I still didn’t understand. Still don’t.

 

If you’re up early today, you can figure it out for yourself and watch some Cornhole competition. And not just any old Cornhole competition. I’m talking the “World Championships of Cornhole.”

 

I’m still agog.

Wimbledon

 

 

I think I’ve written about my friend Carrie before, and how she’s a tennis judge. She’s worked her way up and down through the years, and is reaping some beautiful benefits.

 

Wimbledon. This is Carrie’s first time working this, the oldest tennis tournament on the planet, and she’s updating some of us as she goes. I just love getting her updates. They’re so full of her typical enthusiasm and positive attitude, as well as details of her time in the UK. Not only does she share tales of her sightseeing, she also gives insight into the job at hand. I don’t know squat about judging tennis. Carrie brings it to life and helps me feel her experience. That’s fun!

 

I have to admit, I mostly love thinking about my friend as she gets to do these wonderful things in life. I guess that’s part of cheering people on, and wanting the best for them. Each time I receive an update from Carrie, I start smiling before reading the first words. That’s called joy, friends, and it’s fabulous.

 

So if your fütbol viewing allows enough time for some tennis, enjoy Wimbledon. And remember this: those judges around the courts are regular folks, just like us. Ain’t that awesome!