BoyBrumby
Englishman
If one casts one's mind back to those far-seeming days before those mounted harbingers of the apocalypse (Death, Pestilence, Famine & Bog Roll Shortage) cantered down the empty streets of what was once human civilisation one vaguely recalls this thing called "cricket".
Oh, I know it seems strange to think there was a time where human beings willingly gathered in crowds of sometimes more than five people, but I recall the sight of two men, clearly clad for warfare, armed as they were with heavy lumps of wood and protected with helmets and armour, striding out to face eleven others, one of whose number paused for a moment to masturbate enigmatically using a shiny red orb to rub on his crotch, before running towards a helmeted wood-bearer and propelling the very same orb at him.
Halcyon days, people, halcyon days.
I grow weary of my own conceit: I'm missing cricket. More than I expected to. With its absence I've forcibly become hyper-aware of how much time and space it occupies in my life. Even if I'm not watching it, I'm checking cricinfo or the BBC for scorecards (other websites are available) or news of selections, injuries and outrages.
I fully appreciate the need for its pause (I'm not a ****; at least not that much of one) but I miss its narrative drive and subplots.
What, dear reader, do you most miss about it?
Oh, I know it seems strange to think there was a time where human beings willingly gathered in crowds of sometimes more than five people, but I recall the sight of two men, clearly clad for warfare, armed as they were with heavy lumps of wood and protected with helmets and armour, striding out to face eleven others, one of whose number paused for a moment to masturbate enigmatically using a shiny red orb to rub on his crotch, before running towards a helmeted wood-bearer and propelling the very same orb at him.
Halcyon days, people, halcyon days.
I grow weary of my own conceit: I'm missing cricket. More than I expected to. With its absence I've forcibly become hyper-aware of how much time and space it occupies in my life. Even if I'm not watching it, I'm checking cricinfo or the BBC for scorecards (other websites are available) or news of selections, injuries and outrages.
I fully appreciate the need for its pause (I'm not a ****; at least not that much of one) but I miss its narrative drive and subplots.
What, dear reader, do you most miss about it?
