Cornhole. Sounds dirty, right? I think that may just be the point: Give college students a game that involves drinking and has a dirty name, and it catches on like popped collars.

Ah, drinking games. This reminds me that I am getting ready to head back to Ohio University. I've been hearing stories from my friends at home for the past several months recounting evenings of flip cup, beer pong and moose. I don't know if I'm quite ready to go back to Ohio, but I have no choice. Like it or not, next Wednesday I leave my Naples life of working hard in the office and playing hard at the beach, to return to the university world of taking tests, writing papers and resolving roommate drama. Rest assured that I might have an opportunity or two to play a drinking game while I'm there.

I became a recovering college student last winter. By recovering, I mean that I put the craziness of college on hold to pursue this opportunity to get my feet wet in the working world. The only bad part about moving down here was that it was early December of last year when everyone was on holiday break, so I didn't really get to say goodbye to my friends before I left. I'm definitely looking forward to the chance to bid adieu to the town that I've called home for so long.

But back to cornhole. Apparently, the game hasn't caught on universally, considering only my co-workers who hail from Ohio have ever heard the word used as a nonsexual reference. For those of you who haven't been able to enjoy a good game of cornhole, it's also called "bean bag toss" or "corn toss." I think we can all see the lack of humor in those names. At universities throughout the Midwest, playing cornhole is a popular party game. Cornhole is *the* game of choice at keggers as well as casual afternoon get-togethers.

The game itself is a combination of beanbag toss and horseshoes – with maybe a little bit of lawn darts thrown in. When I first typed the term into Google, I sort of gritted my teeth, anticipating a plethora of pervy results. Surprisingly, if you Google "cornhole," the first result that shows up is the Web site for the American Cornhole Association.

"The American Cornhole Association was established by a small group of dedicated Cornholers from the west side of Cincinnati, Ohio."

I think that statement in and of itself proves that Neil Armstrong and the Wright Brothers aren't the only great things to come out of the Buckeye state. We must give props to savvy college students with Web and marketing skills. For the record, I couldn't help but snicker at the term "cornholer." You can check out the site for yourself at www.playcornhole.org -- don't worry, I promise it isn't pornographic (although some say the position of the ear of corn in the upper left-hand corner is arguably phallic). You can find the rules and regulations, links to different leagues – even instructions on how to build your own cornhole set.

Personally, I've only played cornhole a couple of times. I do have some friends who really take the game seriously. Back at OU, almost every rental house has a cornhole set sitting next to their beer pong table. The game itself is basically set of plywood propped up off the ground, with a hole about the size of a coffee can for you to toss the corn-filled sack into. The consumption of alcohol may or may not be incorporated. Student organizations will put on cornhole tournaments as fundraisers, but the fun isn't just limited to fraternities and sororities. Even OU organizes cornhole games (alcohol-free, of course) to engage students. I'll direct you to another stellar quote from the ACA Web site: "the game is great fun for all ages and can be played anywhere!"

That said, I'm looking forward to the road trip back north. I mean don't get me wrong, I'm definitely bummed about being away from Naples, my co-workers, and my boyfriend for the next few months. But man, I love a good road trip. There's just something about the thought of 1,200 miles of Interstate with a stick shift and the xm radio that sounds glorious, doesn't it? My boyfriend is making the trip with me, and I'm going to be able to give him a glimpse into my Ohio life and Ohio friends – and, he gets to meet my mom, my sister and my dogs. That, and I may just teach him how to play cornhole.