Lambeau Leaps In
This week’s new flash fiction features football and infidelity, what could be more American?
Lambeau Leaps In
Carli knew Gerry was cheating. She just didn’t have the proof. She was sure there would be evidence on his phone, but she couldn’t guess his password. She could hire a P.I., but he wasn’t worth the scratch. When his annual football trip came around, she was not worried. Other than being worried about the sanity of anyone who would waste a weekend every year to travel with their idiot friends to watch the stupid Packers in God forsaken Green Bay. She didn’t think he had the imagination or the budget to take an affair on the road. Who takes his illicit squeeze to Wisconsin? But she was wrong.
She didn’t think anything of it when he asked her to use her phone to buy the game tickets. Turned out his phone really was dead. That was the only part of his story that was true. So, she dutifully purchased and forwarded the game tickets to his new phone when they showed up in her inbox and she ignored all the follow up spam she received from the team. No, she did not want a signed and numbered commemorative Brett Favre lithograph.
When game-week came she enjoyed some me time.
Meanwhile he and the new gal were having a big time on the road. At breakfast the morning after the game they shoveled in curds and poutine. The couple they had met at the stadium shrieked in delight when their phone pinged. It was a message from the Green Bay Packers of all people. Who were pleased to present a state-of-the-art crystal clear aerial closeup photo of the two of them in their game seats as a memento of their pilgrimage to the great Lambeau Field. Compliments of the Pack. Gerry waited breathlessly for his drone pic to arrive.
In a few minutes his phone dutifully buzzed. It was indeed a sky snap of him canoodling with his new lady. But it was not from Packers.com. They did not have his email address. This picture of extra-connubial bliss had been forwarded to him. By his wife. From the only phone the Green Bay club had on file. Hers. With a short intro:
“I thought when you bought your football tickets on my phone using my credit card, I might pick up a few extra bonus points. Looks like instead I got me half a house. In fact, I’m gonna take half of everything. Appropriate that this picture comes from the Pack, “pack” being the operative word, because all I have to say is this: ‘Pack your bags, and don’t come back.’”
And still undefeated
Oops. Offensive Holding. 15 yards. That penalty just killed any chance of scoring. Good one Scott. - Jim