Gina "The Gun" Rosenstones isn't the smartest pencil in the stack but her street smarts were earned, when her overbearing mother, Tamara, coaxed her into the hungry world of professional cornhole at the age of eleven. †Constantly around to nag Gina of her inability to focus on anything but herself and need to get ahead, is her do-gooder sister, Marla. †Now however, Gina has a bigger problem, she's thinking for two!!! That's right... the competing World Champion is knocked-up! But who is the father? Although the news sent shockwaves through both the Jewish and cornhole communities, closer aligned than you might think, Gina is not letting it affect her push for the National Championship, later this summer. After suffering an embarrassing blow last year, when her partner Jimmy “Bags” Menetti choked, Gina is out for the big “V” and she’ll crush anything that comes in her way. The Menetti family has a history that dates back fifty years. Jimmy “Bags” Menetti, never fully cut out for the family business, has sought solace by entrenching himself in the game of cornhole. † Angie, the matriarch, who is constant and well meaning, attempts to fatten him up and get him married. This only pushes Jimmy deeper into the obsession of cornhole. †Making matters worse is his older brother Sal, who views the sport of cornhole as an insult to the family name and has to tell his bosses that the game is a decoy to launder money. Fresh off his humiliating defeat in last years National Championship, Jimmy, dropped by his partner Gina Rosenstones for irreconcilable differences, is now playing for his pride. In an attempt to redeem his soul, Buddy Bordner, has turned away from the moral depravity of his gypsy past. A past where he scraped out a meager existence by hustling his cornhole con game at campgrounds and tailgating parties across the country, in a desperate search of that first cornhole high. After hitting his cornhole bottom at winning the National Championship last year, Buddy has found salvation in the call of the bounty hunter. †Moved by the spirit, Buddy now pours his ill-gotten gains into new bounty hunting gear for the whole family. Kassie, his wife and the step-kids, while drawn to the accessories of a bounty hunter, are hesitant about the fiscal potential of their patriarch’s new career. Meanwhile, they keep their toes in the shallow end of the cornhole pool to make ends meet. While Buddy is hoping this year will be his last, Kassie is praying that he drops this whole “Johnny Law” thing and sticks to doing what he does best, hustling the hole. Ramon and Carmen Estrada had the world at their fingertips. †Not only were they the Junior Washer-Tossing Champions of Cuba, they were hot, young and in love. †Fidel himself accompanied the sexy Cuban athletes to America on a propaganda sporting tour. It was there that the fickle world of sexy sports took a turn for the worse. †Washer Tossing wasn't played by the beautiful and sophisticated in America, but rather by the commoners who lived life plainly. Appalled by the pedestrians of the game, Castro immediately branded Washer Tossing capitalistic and left the pair behind. †The broken hearted love birds have committed themselves to winning the National Cornhole Championship so they can return home in glory. They also want to bring beauty to the game they now play and have learned to love. Stew Neagen, the self-proclaimed hotshot VP of marketing wants to transform the game of cornhole into the biggest lawn sport in the country. Forget the baby-boomers or gen X, Y and Z, for that matter. He’s taking aim at the fastest growing segment of the US population, the chubby people. “The bags are only a pound and you don’t have to chase them anywhere” are just a few of the catch phrases Stew picked up at Mid-West On-Line Internet Annex, "the Harvard of online Associate Degrees.” The only thing standing in his way of a total monopoly for the morbidly obese is Bingo. Long dominated by the Catholics and the Indians, Stew has a few tricks up his sleeve, to replace the bark of the bingo caller with the warm feeling of a finely stitched bag of corn, cornering at last, the market of cornhole.