We played cricket tonight
A great game. Thanks to AD for doing
all the organising, cajoling and arse-kicking required to turn out
eleven blokes on a Wednesday evening. They batted and got 115 in
their twenty overs. I make that 5.3 runs an over.
It was great to see Mr BO'S, and even
better to see bowling as well as ever. Rich bowled beautifully, too.
MM looked a little rusty for all of one ball before slipping into the
groove. MM and Mr BO'S held tricky catches, too. Rich also had the
difficult task of keeping Steve R awake on the boundary. Motty and
Russ bowled good opening three over spells at good bats. Luke and
Neal came on at the death and were difficult to get away.
I like playing cricket with MM. I love
his robust, mickey-taking, blokeish sense of humour. He's great to
have around in a changing room, quick and sharp. He fields like a
demon, covering more ground than two of us old codgers working
together. I love the calm way he bats.
Rich batted beautifully on top of his
performance with the ball. MM thought he looked a bit dodgy in the
nervous nineteens (we were retired out at twenty runs, but like the
indoor game, able to resume in the same order when the other wickets
fell). Motty smashed his way to twenty in no time at all as we were
chasing the runs. My twenty took quite a bit longer. In the end we
were 108 for seven or so, losing a very close and hugely enjoyable
game.
They laid on crisps and beer. There was
a good few quid collected for a children's charity. Both teams had a
quick bit of socialising and went home happy. I think the general
consensus was that we should do that more often.
Don't panic, Mr Mainwearing
We're going to the T20 game on Friday.
AD, Mr Naughty and me. I looked on line and the tickets were £25 at
the gate (pot-luck seating), or £20 in advance, with the booked
seats £25 in advance. I got three of those as otherwise they can't
guarantee sitting together. As AD put it, we have to sit together to
ensure Mr Naughty receives the required large dollop of abuse over
the evening. Just as I confirmed the booking an email came in. The
Grad had dropped me in it, it said, and went on to say that I need to
attend a residents' meeting. On Friday. I did that cold sweat and
shivering thing. No. No, no, no. Then I opened the attachment.
Typically these meetings are evening affairs. This on is at 11:00 in
the morning. Phew.
There's nowt stranger than (female)
folk [number one in an infinite series]
BLISS (looking
smashing) had been out for a meal. Do you know what the score was? I
asked. No, she said (it was a “hell, no, why should I?) I've been
out with the girls, haven't I?
What do they
talk about? How can you go out on semi-final night to somewhere
without a telly? That makes no sense at all. I don't get it.
MM and I were
having a long and detailed conversation about how useless Jonathan
Pearce is. In one game (MM reports) he actually described a player
has having the spring of a NFL basketball player. That's a National
Football League, er...basketball player. Some of our cricketers
presumably have arms like NBA quarterbacks. Right in the middle of
this enthralling debate BLISS went to bed. She didn't have any
interest in watching the recorded game. Odd. Very odd indeed.
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