Fielding

The other day our friend Kat asked Rachel and Michelle, "Are you Fielding tomorrow?"

"Oh, we're Fielding."

Because really . . . 

. . . who doesn't like to Field? I'll tell you who does like to Field.
This kid. God, this kid.

I'd like to thank Kat for creating that verb . . .

. . . and for her man for escorting her . . .

. . . and, well, we Fielded . . .

. . . all weekend long.

I'd show you photos of all we did, but neither Mistah nor I can work our muscles or joints or limbs after trashing said muscles and joints and limbs Fielding this weekend, so I'll leave you with this . . .

It's a water feature.

Think Willie Wonka crossed with Beverly Hillbillies combined with A Beautiful Mind tossed in with Rube Goldberg and you're getting close.

It's called Fielding.