Cricket

The Ashes are back on.
One of my favourite things to do in summer is to drive home after work and listen to the cricket on the radio. The television is good,but radio has something magic and personnel about it. Perhaps its because the commentators are talking in slightly hushed tones. As if you were both at a table in cafe and the match was sitting at a table just opposite you.
To me it means summer evenings with the promise of a BBQ and a beer. It's quiet times and enjoying some national pride as the Aussies ritualistically smack the snot out of the pompous Pom's. Occasionally the Pom's win, which is great because off the field most of the Australian team are degenerate scumbags whom Channel 9 place on a pedestal for public adulation. Every Australian at heart is an iconoclast.

And then there is baseball. The only people who care about a baseball v cricket rivalry are the Americans (bless them). The first baseball game I watched all the way through (and loved) was the Red Soxs versus someone else. We were at a pub/bar in San Diego, a friend from Boston was explaining the various players and their strengths and weaknesses. Then all of a sudden 3 beers later, the game ended. Abruptly.

I like baseball and I like cricket. Both make excellent radio and both are summer sports. But Cricket has it in one respect that baseball does not, length of matches. I'm used to enjoying the run chase of a one day match. The final days of a test can be thrilling. Still not converted by the 20/20 matches though.

Occasionally an American writer in their sad insular way tries to get to grips with Cricket. This article (HERE) is a Pom in America, writing for Americans. I think he does a good job.