“There’s a breathless hush in the close tonight...”
Not so much a bumping pitch & a blinding light - in fact the pitch was so 'flat' - please excuse the camera angle - that had nothing in it for the bowlers but here we have Boy trying to give it a little air in an attempt to get some movement...
Sadly there was no swing to be had that day & consequently he got smacked all over the park for 6 overs. However laughing at his weekends bowling figures isn’t the reason for this post, its little piece of cricket trivia found by Alan
The first ‘box’ was used in 1874
The first helmet was used in 1974
It took 100 years for men to realise that the brain is also important. Apparently.
As for Sunday's result, the opposition were 161 for 3, after their 35 overs; a very respectable score. However Boy's team made 162 in 17 overs, having lost only 1 wicket. As Boy said afterwards, I knew our batsmen would bail us out !
Comments
162 in 17 overs? Not bad going at all.
Posted by: Rebellion | May 12, 2009 3:29 PM
Never used a helmet, never needed one. If you don't have decent reflexes, you shouldn't be out there.
And, for the record: in over a quarter-century of playing cricket, I was hit on the head only once, a glancing clip off the shoulder of the bat, no harm done.
Always wore a box, though: a man has to know his priorities.
And well done to the Boy. Nothing more demoralizing than trying to coax some life out of a dead pitch.
Posted by: Kim du Toit | May 12, 2009 4:19 PM
Having in the past experienced a long bout of prostate problems and a resulting impotence, there were times when I wished some one would have hit me in the head with a fast ball. If your Willy isn't happy then your top head isn't happy. Also as a side note, if you ever use a ventilated cup and decide to wear it to a fencing match, tape coins over the vent holes. I saw a near miss at foil practice session once. "Shelia" had lunged to far and touch below the waits of "Jim" her foil was sticking through Jim's pants and about twelve inches past Jim's wedding tackle. Everybody just froze for what felt like a full minute waiting for blood. Fortune smiled and no flesh was pierced, but it took a red faced five minutes to get everything apart. The bon mots continued for another ten.
Posted by: toad | May 13, 2009 5:44 AM