Went to see my parents today, Mom was watching ESPN2's coverage of the "American Cornhole League" national championship. REALLY? How the heck do we get some National exposure? It was sponsored by Johnsville. Maybe we need a corporate sponsor. I mean come on they're throwing bean bags into a hole for gosh sakes!
I assure you, a bunch of middle-aged to elderly men flying airplanes round and round in a circle seems just as absurd , or more so, as tossing beanbags into a hole to the general public. There are probably 5x more people playing cornhole than there are model airplane fliers, total.
The quick answer is that there are probably 100x people playing cornhole as there are flying CL, and it is a common activity among tailgaters where cooking Brats is also a routine activity, so they have a ridiculous sport with a funny (not to mention suggestive) name.
Not to mention that CL in general is almost impossible to explain to the public, and even among the participants, CL Aerobatics tends to be quite boring. If I didn't know all the likely competitors and the excruciating details of how it works, i would quickly get bored with it, too, and change the channel. It is completely unrelatable. Anyone can grasp the concept of cornhole, it's a simplified version of horseshoes that you can set up in a parking lot. It takes no special knowledge or exotic equipment and it either goes in the hole, or not.
People in model airplanes (or old radio restoration, or model rockets, or collecting Mason jars*) are fascinated with their own activity for whatever reason, but tend to lose perspective completely because of their enthusiasm. And they frequently fail to understand why it is not endlessly fascinating to other people, and even get put out when someone else - or in this case, everyone else - dismisses it as trivial. And sometimes take offense at it.
Brett
*Phil Granderson and I were packing up stuff after some Nationals, and the Signature Inn was filling up with a Mason Jar collector's convention. Walking down the halls, there were a bunch of the doors blocked open, with signs for "The so-and-so Collection" directing people in, where they had set up displays of their Mason Jars along the desk area, completely with little paper labels with stuff like "1921 quart Ball Jar, rare double-bail retention". There was a seminar going on the the lobby where they were discussing the production change and how to identify the production line a particular jar was made in the 1900-1920 range, with people taking notes. Phil and I, big-shot stunt heroes, both National Champions, look at each other and say, walking away, something like "what the hell, that's the silliest thing I have seen". I am carrying a box of 4 $500 engine pipe assemblies with about 20 $54 propellors from Australia, preparing for a 3-day, all-day-long, 2400 mile drive to California.