Answer:
score in end zones.
To cross the water I'm the way. For water I'm above I touch it not and truth to say I neither swim nor move.
I go from house to house a messenger small and tight. Whether it rains or snows I sleep outside at night.
I am so delicate that even mentioning me breaks me. What am I?
What goes into the water black and comes out red?
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.