“What. This is unbelievable… #*%&ing China.”
As we opened the box of t-shirts and looked at the design that Ben had worked so hard on, we all stared at it, speechless. Yes, it was beautiful, looking just like the silhouette of James Anderson, the godfather of Shekou Cornhole. Yes, it was exactly what was intended, a way to honor the man who had brought us the game. But that’s not why we all stared at it with our jaws dropped, eyes widened. Smack in the middle of the shirt that should've had “2011 SPRING CORNHOLE”, these letters appeared instead: “2011 SRPING CORNHOLE”.
Naturally (and sadly), the initial response from the core group was, “#*%&ing China.” Of course that had a lot more to do with the fact that we loved Ben than it did with our frequent experiences of mishaps in China indeed, I’d like to believe. At this point, I got suspicious and leaned into my husband's ear to ask the question: “Babe, are you sure you didn’t misspell it on the original design that you’d sent in?”
Anyone who knows Ben knows this about him:
Ben sad: 😐
Ben happy: 😐
Ben shocked: 😐
Ben confused: 😐
Ben angry: 😐
Ben thinking, “Oh shit…”: 😐
Needless to say, his express turned to 😐 and he decided to check his original design. It turns out that he was so busy with the designing of “James”, he missed transposing the two letters in “Spring”.
No fear, however, as Brandon Little came to the rescue: “It all works. The Cornhole tournament falls on Cinco de Mayo, so this is perfect: Sr. Ping = Señor Ping! Perfect.”
The rest is history. Legen… wait for it… dary!
That’s it: that’s the story of Sr. Ping Spring Fling Cornhole Tournament!
Thank You Liz Cho-Young for the explanation!
As we opened the box of t-shirts and looked at the design that Ben had worked so hard on, we all stared at it, speechless. Yes, it was beautiful, looking just like the silhouette of James Anderson, the godfather of Shekou Cornhole. Yes, it was exactly what was intended, a way to honor the man who had brought us the game. But that’s not why we all stared at it with our jaws dropped, eyes widened. Smack in the middle of the shirt that should've had “2011 SPRING CORNHOLE”, these letters appeared instead: “2011 SRPING CORNHOLE”.
Naturally (and sadly), the initial response from the core group was, “#*%&ing China.” Of course that had a lot more to do with the fact that we loved Ben than it did with our frequent experiences of mishaps in China indeed, I’d like to believe. At this point, I got suspicious and leaned into my husband's ear to ask the question: “Babe, are you sure you didn’t misspell it on the original design that you’d sent in?”
Anyone who knows Ben knows this about him:
Ben sad: 😐
Ben happy: 😐
Ben shocked: 😐
Ben confused: 😐
Ben angry: 😐
Ben thinking, “Oh shit…”: 😐
Needless to say, his express turned to 😐 and he decided to check his original design. It turns out that he was so busy with the designing of “James”, he missed transposing the two letters in “Spring”.
No fear, however, as Brandon Little came to the rescue: “It all works. The Cornhole tournament falls on Cinco de Mayo, so this is perfect: Sr. Ping = Señor Ping! Perfect.”
The rest is history. Legen… wait for it… dary!
That’s it: that’s the story of Sr. Ping Spring Fling Cornhole Tournament!
Thank You Liz Cho-Young for the explanation!
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