Horseshoes, Daytona Style
A couple of fans from the Cincinnati area have introduced me to a regional phenomenon where they hail from: A game called corn hole.
I was looking for fans who were getting the party rolling despite the chilly temperatures. In one of Daytona's outside campgrounds, just outside the Turn 1 banking, I found Tom Rowe and Steve Broering, father-in-law and son-in-law, respectively. These guys come from colder climes, Alexandria, Ky., to be exact, so they know what to do. Drink beer and throw corn hole.
It's basically a variation of horseshoes with what appear to be beanbags, though these bags are filled with corn. They set up two boards at an angle about 20 feet apart, each with a hole near the top. The set they've brought with them is red and white with the number 8 painted in the middle.
I should say it's Tom's set. He's a big Earnhardt Jr. fan. Steve pulls for my main man Tony Stewart.
I threw a marathon game with Steve. Each person gets four bags. Get one through the corn hole and you get three points. Unless your opponent does, too, then you cancel each other out. Bags that land on the board are worth a point apiece. Again, unless your opponent does, too.
Steve and Tom's house rules are you have to hit 21 points exactly. Go over, and you go back to 16 points. Steve said it was the longest game he'd ever played because we both kept going over 21. I won in the end. Beginner's luck, I guess.
Or maybe Steve played down to the level of the competition. I watched them throw another game. They were good, but modest about it.
We talked racing mostly, with a little politics thrown in, probably because of where I work. The buzz here, like everywhere, is about Vice President Cheney's hunting accident, though I couldn't pin them down on their opinions on the incident. Probably best to keep politics out of racing, I guess.
And they've given me the skinny on the camping situation, which they started doing three years ago. I'm thinking of trying it next year. It may be cheaper than renting a room, and it's definitely more convenient.
I'll circle back around to chat with them again some time later this week after Mollie, Tom's daughter and Steve's wife, and Julie, Tom's wife, arrive.
I've told you who they're pulling for. Two years ago when they all drove down together, Tom said he told Julie in the front seat, "If Tony wins, it's gonna be a long ride home." At the same time, Steve was telling Mollie in the back seat, "If Junior wins, it's gonna be a long ride."
"It was a long ride home," says Steve.
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