Rewind three weeks to the famed Christensen family reunion.  Yes, my three faithfuls, the one following the Great Transmission Meltdown of 2011.  (Thanks for reminding me.)  I could post so many great things about this killer reunion (no sarcasm here; they actually are fun) but in the interest of time, I’ll just start with the bling.

Every year, my extended family engages in a highly-competitive tournament which displayes athletic prowess the likes of which you’ve never seen.  It is a mind-numbing, sweat-pouring, spirit-crunching game not meant for the faint of heart:  Holey Boards.

Have you heard of it?  I understand it’s pretty big on the RV circuit, so chances are, you know all about it.  Remember that carnival game wherein you throw bean bags through the clown’s mouth?  It’s every bit as difficult, and every bit as asinine:

The Christensen obsession with this diversion started when my sister and her hub brought it with them to our very first annual reunion, some six years ago.  It was set out as an afterthought, since it’s usually busted out during only the most desperate camping situations.  The game picked up steam, however, when my uncles realized it was rooted in the ancient art of their childhood love, horseshoes.  (Did I mention that I was born in Idaho?)  Next thing we knew, points were cheered, wagers were made and trash was talked.  I said our reunions were fun.  I did not say they were classy.

By the following year, it was obvious we needed a more organized approach to this hot mess.   As HB was brought to us all by my sister Julie, it was only fitting that she use her elementary schoolteacher uberskills to develop…

The Bracket

Above, you see The Bracket for 2011.  A closer viewing will reveal that the winners of this year’s tourney were, ahem, yours truly and yours trulier.  That’s right, my friends, Derrick and I finally did it! After six long years in the losers bracket, the thrill of victory finally trumped the bitterness of defeat. And it wasn’t your standard holey board victory, either.  Oh no.  We won every single game we played, flying undefeated through the winners bracket for a perfect 5-0 victory:

It may interest you to know that up until last month, every one of my siblings had their names on the  traveling trophy/piece of plywood except me.  You thought I had middle-child issues before?  Imagine how long I had Dr. Laura on the phone trying to work out this indignation.  Doug won it.  Julie won it.  Jaimy won it (twice!)  But Jenny?  Jenny in the middle?  No, no. No trophy for middlejenny.  Just one more chip stacked on middlejenny’s shoulder.

Until June 25, 2011.  What were you doing that Saturday evening, at about 7:15 pm?  Did you hear middlejenny’s chip drop from her shoulder to the ground with a great big thud, reverberating through the great pine forests of central Idaho?

Tradition stands that the reigning champions bequeath the traveling trophy/piece of plywood to the new champions in a formal ceremony that takes place on Saturday night right after the grandparents’ skit but just before the Doritos and root beer.  It’s a solemn moment as one team passes their Holey Board Championship Title–and all of its accompanying responsibility–to another.

But this year, the moment of gravity took on fresh meaning as last year’s champions–my cousins Kole and Rex*–presented Derrick and I with hand-welded washers in the shape of all that is Pimp Daddy:

Apparently Kole’s parents, my Aunt Loni and Uncle Tony, designed and welded–welded, my three faithfuls–this ornate jewelry as a tribute to all that makes up Holey Board Culture itself: cheap, tacky, and somewhat confusing.

Welded.  Can you fathom it?  Does your own family take anything this seriously?  Religion and education don’t count.  I mean something interesting.

Long story short:  Derrick and I won the Big Tournament.  We took home one traveling trophy, two MacDaddy necklaces and a ring a piece, dripping in bling.  And on top of all of this, we took home our pride.  During the closing ceremony, my father announced that he believed this victory saved our marriage.

No one really laughed.

A quiet moment together after the drama and the glory.  What would our future hold now?

Whatever it may be, one thing is certain:  They can’t take our Holey Board Victory away from us.  Not ever.

(I’m not sure who They are, but I’m sure They are out there, and I’m sure They will try to take it.)


*Traditionally, spouses compete as partners in Holey Boards.  But as Rex and Kole were single at the time, they united as a team and went on to victory.  My brother commented under his breath that “only under President Obama could two men win the Holey Board Championship.”  A bit tacky, but pretty funny.  Much like my brother.



5 thoughts on “I’ll start with the bling.

  1. Oh my gosh, this made me laugh so hard. Doug and I absolutely choked this year. For some reason I can’t play HB when I’m preggo. Something about my equilibrium is off. But watch out next year! We’re coming back stronger than ever. I want the bling!!

  2. I do not know what holey boards is, but now I’m a fan.
    The best thing about that trophy is the list of all the places you’ve had family reunions in the last 6 years. It’s a little history stick.
    And I love McCall, ID. I’m pretty sure I’ve been there and it was pretty.

    I’m so glad you’ve saved the marriage!

  3. Do you have a trophy display case? Or rather, will you have one made? Hee, hee. I am a total theme girl, so I love that your family takes it all the way. There is NO other way to do it. Glad you guys have so much fun.

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