International Cricket – What Cricket?
International Cricket – most people either love it or hate it. I like watching it at the ground and on TV – I used to play the game as a junior, but I was fairly crap at it. I was never going to be the Wisden Cricketer of the Year. Each year when the International Cricket comes to the Gabba in Brisbane, I go along in a group where everyone dresses up in a theme.
This year, everyone was dressed up as a lifeguard. You can see the bay of lifeguards in our section of the ground below – and there is no David Hasselhoff or Pamela Anderson either.
Unfortunately, it pissed down from a great height on the day of the cricket, so most of the time was spent in a nearby pub drinking booze, waiting for the clouds to clear, and watching increasingly drunk punters play head wrestling.
See what I mean below. Maybe the crap weather was because it was Friday the 13th.
The one annoying thing about the game is that if there’s any play possible – at all – you cannot obtain a refund for your ticket – the cricket administrators want to keep their money!
I’ve captured some of the action below.
Unfortunately, for a game to be classed as a result, there has to be a minimum of 15 overs played for each side. If rain shortens a game, a formula called the ‘Duckworth Lewis System’ is applied to work out what a suitable ‘target’ is for the chasing team.
I’m not sure how it works, but I think it involves the measurement of a bee’s penis divided by the length of time it takes for a politician to say something honest (i.e. infinity) multiplied by how many beers the former Australian cricketer David Boon can drink on a plane flight from Sydney to London (which is 52 cans of beer).
Or something like that.
This year, the second innings only went for 14 overs – not enough for a result to be declared. The result of the game, like most of that day was this pitiful sight:
I’ll just have to wait until next year.
Or maybe I can hitch a ride to the Ashes in England this year in July. I need to find some shonky way of getting there for some International Cricket. So I can laugh at these characters called the barmy army!
If anyone’s keen to offer me a blogging spot at the Ashes, let me know!