The Sydney Sixers beat the Perth Scorchers by 7 wickets in the BBL final.
I watched it with Mum, recorded, later on.
With about 4 or 5 overs remaining, Mum admitted that she’d checked last night and knew the end score and then I admitted I accidentally learned the score this morning when I opened smh.com. Up until that point, we’d both lied to each other that we didn’t know the score so as not to ruin it for the other! Pretty cute.
Just the other day Pat and I were reminiscing about the season we played cricket for Banger Tavern A2’s and how disappointing a season it was. It was disappointing because we had to join a team as we didn’t have enough mates to make one on our own. Specifically, we talked about the captain of the team and how much of a dickhead he was.
Then I read that he died trying to pull off a stunt in Laos. Bit of a strange feeling knowing someone you didn’t particularly like has passed away…
The other day having a kick-around with the boys someone said Stuart MacGill has always reminded them of a waiter.
I agreed… His high right arm as he runs in to bowl looks like he’s holding a glass of wine (coincidentally, he loves wine), while he always has a tea towel in the front of his pants.
So, as I read the Cricinfo report for the Sixers match last night, I couldn’t help but laugh: “MacGill also impressed - despite his anger towards the umpire for having to remove his hand towel so as not to distract the batsman - finishing with 2 for 12 off his four overs.”