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This as-told-to paper depends on a deciphered discussion with Rosie Streker, a 40-year-seasoned pro cornhole player from South Florida, about leaving her place of employment training grade school to play the game. It has been altered for length and clearness.
I got playing cornhole a long time back. It was initially for no particular reason at a neighborhood bar that had a cornhole end of the week association. At that point, I was the main young lady who played, yet I was winning competitions.
My now-spouse, Davis, began playing simultaneously and went along with me in entering rivalries at other nearby bars in Florida, and we were like, "Amazing, we're great at this." That was until we left our region and got our butts kicked. However, by then, I was recently snared.
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