The Season, Part 1
It used to be that people of good breeding and good taste would embark upon a summer of entertainment and display by attending the Lords Test Match. So it was with ambition, and large picnic hampers, that Myles, Gary, Tim and I repaired to The Home Of Cricket on Sunday. England were playing New Zealand in the first Test. Cricket is a game Americans are unable to grasp. A match is played for six hours a day, five days in a row, and you may still not get a result. Rain (and bad light – no floodlights) often intervene, but as long as there is enough to drink (and a bit to eat) the audience rarely get upset.
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It’s not that we can’t grasp it, it is just that we have short attention spans. This is the birthplace of ADD. In addition
I prefer not to talk cricket at this point in time, being South African it is our food, our daily bread that and whipping England in Rugby *shrug* … You mean to say the weather held? Heard it was wreaking havoc with the England score over NZ.
I don’t understand how anyone can NOT enjoy cricket when you get moments like Christopher Martin-Jenkins fishing analogy
I say nothing more …. “But I follow the cricket. Especially now when South Africa is doing their yearly humiliation of England.”
Hmph I hear you say?