Field
United Indoor Football was played exclusively indoors, in arenas usually designed for either basketball or ice hockey teams. The field was the same width (85 feet) as a standard NHL hockey rink. The field was 50 yards long with up to an 8-yard end zone. (End zones could be a lesser depth with League approval.) Depending on the stadium in which a game was being played, the end zones may be rectangular (like a basketball court) or curved (like a hockey rink). There was a heavily padded wall on each sideline, with the padding placed on top of the hockey dasher boards. The field goal uprights were 9 feet wide, and the crossbar was 18 feet above the playing surface. Unlike Arena football, the ball was not "live" when rebounded off the nets behind the end zone or their support apparatuses.
A player was counted as out of bounds on the sidelines if they came into contact or fell over the boundary wall.
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Famous quotes containing the word field:
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Through the windows—through doors—burst like a ruthless force,
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Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, plough his field or gathering his
grain;
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—Walt Whitman (1819–1892)
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—Agnes E. Meyer (1887–1970)
“Give me the splendid silent sun
with all his beams full-dazzling,
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—Walt Whitman (1819–1892)