I hate bags. (Some people call this game Cornhole. They are wrong. I am right.)
I suck at bags. I, in fact, am perhaps the worst player to ever to play the game. When I throw bags, I usually miss. On the rare times the bags gets to the board, they hit at a high rate of speed and ricochet far off. On the odd chance they actually stick on the board, or miraculously fall in the hole, the person I’m playing against will inevitable match and beat my total.
I lose to guys. I lose to girls. I lose to young people, old people. I could’ve lost to a person with a broke wrist last time, but we got bored of playing. I lose to drunk people all the time. I hate the unending losing, I had the drunk conversations (immensely more boring while non-drunk), and the random inexplicable near fights after drunk games of bags are kinda getting old (but totally connected to my horribleness at the game, I’m sure.)
This has nothing to do with anything, but it’s Thursday and this is Heat from last Friday, so I don’t know how a teaser could help at this point.