Many stand out over my brief times, but one day stands out for me at least. Last over before innings change, opposition brings on a real Mark Cosgrove to bowl some medium pacers.
Bloke at the other end is this long time club wicketkeeper with a face like a beaver with the worst dentist in the world, totally uncouth bloke in every part of life. Trying to pile on as many runs as possible, to mostly failure so far. So I tell him in no uncertain terms and in slightly more vicious language that this slightly obese chap has to go to the fences.
First ball is this filthy dragged down short ball, swing and miss. Second ball and third ball, long hops that took about an eon to reach the batsman, no runs. Fourth ball, plays a filthy full toss into the gap but doesn't take the run for some reason and I air my displeasure. Fifth ball, he leaves the ****ing thing. Final ball, plays into the gap for what I see as a clear single, I'm 7/8ths of the way down the pitch before I realise he hasn't moved a whisker and is leaning on his bat. As I turn around to see my stumps being destroyed he can only muster, "Are you ****ing stupid?"
As if the run out wasn't enough, I was subject to some of the most delightful bullying and colourful adjectives as I walked off in disgrace.
Oh and I dropped a sitter in the second innings that impacted my face and left a seam mark on my forehead for about a week, I can still hear their bench almost in tears of joy today.
Worst day of my life.