i want to be the alan francis of cornhole.

In late June, after a five-hour drive, Francis arrived at the Eastern National tournament in Erie, Pa. For an hour he attracted old friends and a few autograph and picture seekers. When he settled onto one of the courts to warm up, people crowded for the best view.

“He’s the man I came to watch,” one man said to another.

Clink.


“Jeez,” the other said. “He’s amazing.”


Clank.

“I don’t understand why he’s practicing,” a third onlooker said. “Can’t get any better.” (via)

he's got a 90 percent ringer rate!