© Erin Leary
The four of us decided to stop in the little town by the river for lunch, and we asked the waiter if there were any tourist attractions to check out.
“We’re proud to be the home of the World's Narrowest Football Field,” he said, and he tossed us a football and we went to take a look.
What a bizarre field! It was laid out wholly on lily pads with bushes for sidelines and goalposts. We struggled to stay in-bounds, got soaked, and had a fun time.
"Why are you guys so drenched?" asked the waiter as we returned.
“We’ve just come from the World’s Narrowest Football Field,” I answered.
"The World's Narrowest Football Field is by the high school. You've just come from the World's Narrowest Poison Ivy Patch!"
I only hope I didn't play too badly in the above game on the World’s Narrowest Football Field since it may be some time before I ever play again. I've heard of someone being a break-out star, but this is ridiculous.
Oh well, I might as well pass the ball to the other Friday Fictioneers, and you can check out how well they've played the game regarding the picture prompt above by clicking here.
"Touchdown!" No, I'm not talking about the kind you score in a football game. It's me scratching the nether parts of my body which are just itching the hell out of me!