Here’s a little insider info for all you aspiring entrepreneurs
and investors out there: Tejo could be the next big thing pretty much anywhere
in the world, with a few minor logistical adjustments to make it developed
world friendly. It’s a bit like cornhole, but at least 3.8 times cooler and
more fun. The basic idea is that you have two angled wooden boards some
distance away from each other, much like a cornhole set up, but here’s where it
differs: there is a thick layer of clay over top of these wooden planks, and,
depending on the region, there are anywhere from 2 to 6 packets of gunpowder in
the center of the clay. Instead of bean bags, you have big hunks of lead that
you toss underhand towards the board opposite of yours. If your lead chunk
sticks in clay, you get one point; if your lead chunk lands in between the
gunpowder packets, you get 3 points; if your lead chunk blows up a gunpowder
packet, you get 6 points; and if your lead chunk blows up a gunpowder packet and sticks in the center, you get 9
points. If you don’t believe me, look it up, it’s real.
These gunpowder packets are not small; they sound like a 40
caliber pistol. These lead hunks are not small; they take up your whole palm.
And because, of course, flinging old-lady-dumbbell sized
pieces of metal across a room at explosives is not fun enough on its own, so they
serve massive quantities of beer. I’m not sure if beer is a requisite-- I never
tried to play without it—but I’m pretty sure the rules state that beer is a
must. Tejo itself is free to play, and the Tejo establishment makes all its
money off beer. The most popular way to order beer is by the milk crate.
Solid form I know... note the beer in hand |
A full sized Tejo court on league night |
So put on your thinking caps folks, because just a few
caveats keep this game from going global, like how to afford insurance on a
business that consists of alcohol, flying metal objects, and explosives; or how
to keep lead poisoning to a minimum; or how to get around the fact that people
are standing feet away from, basically, gunshots (I caught shrapnel in the shin
once, and it stung); or how to get around noise ordinances and the fact that a
Tejo field sounds, from a distance, a lot like a re-enactment of the closing
scene in Scarface.
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