When I first heard Sandra say “fowling”, I’m not sure what I expected.
Maybe something bird related?
Fowling, turns out, is a combination between football and bowling. It’s absolutely…
The Fowling Warehouse is exactly what it sounds like. It’s an obscure game that takes place in a large, warehouse type space that has a bar. There’s rows and rows of people throwing footballs back and forth, in an attempt to hit down each other’s pins.
I didn’t get hit (luckily), but Sandra and Michelle got a few footballs socked at them. It’s a challenging sport – not only do you have to focus on hitting other pins down, you need to keep an eye on everything else that’s happening.
Or you seriously might get a Marsha Brady right to the snozz.
Our opponents were strangers, and though they were on the same level as we were talent-wise, they were also petty.
“Yup, that counts…” the girl opponent told us in a very “don’t try to argue it” tone, after a rogue football knocked over a bunch of our pins.
I wondered if it would count if a rogue football hit her right in the tit.
We ended up winning 2 out of 3 rounds to our delight.
Currently seeking warehouse space in downtown Wilmington to make this a thing. I think it’s the only sport I’ve ever been good at.