It was a dry, hot week in Fort Thomas – until Thursday of course.   Then came the threat of rain and storms.  Dirc and I went home at lunchtime and put tarps on the back yard.

Looks like we commandeered all the tarps from Great American Ball Park!  We were ready for the storms !

Only a light sprinkle that afternoon and everything was dry at 8 pm so we pulled the tarps and started playing.  Early in the evening the dream team of Schurr and Hensley dropped a Roy on Zach and Gorman from a 0-6 deficit.

Then about 9:30 or so the rain started.  Undaunted, clueless or stupid we kept playing.  Light at first, it wasn’t a concern.  Then it picked up; we kept playing. The bags got soaked; we kept playing.  The boards got really wet; we kept playing.  Our clothes were soaked; we kept playing. Loaded with rain, the bags weighed about 2 or 3 lbs. and the geezers with bad shoulders and elbows were starting to suffer.

Near the end of the evening the unthinkable happened.  The dream team of Hens and Schurr got Shicked by Gorman and Billy.  How did this happen?  Well, the bags were heavy and didn’t have the usual play action. They would often clog in the hole and not drop. Technically these were not regulation conditions so this should not count.  But popular sentiment seems to be against us.  I think the lesser players enjoy the idea of taking down the GOATs.

The capper to all this is the next day I looked at the back yard and the grass was burned where we had the tarps all afternoon in the heat.  Lovely.  Burned yard and Shicked at the same time.

We’ve played in the snow and now we’ve played in the rain.  Is there a postal theme here?    “Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these TPCA players from the swift completion of their cornhole games.”

A Kohler Klog.

Soaked

Embrace it Hens.

Poor burned grass!