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Howzat for a game!

Exactly five years ago yesterday Big Friendly and I left the house grumpy and depressed. It was about 1230 and we had to leave the Proteas, who were being taken to the cleaners by Australia at Wanderers, to go to Tandi’s birthday picnic at Deer Park Cafe. BF and I were sulky and woes. It was a foregone conclusion that the Proteas had lost. Sies. We got home later that arvie and turned on the box. I remember calling Big Friendly and saying, “Look, they’ve got the required rate and the current run rate figures mixed up!” But they hadn’t. It was right. The Proteas were right there, in the game. I remember my brother phoning. He had decided to go to Wanderers for the second half. I remember the crowd screaming so loudly I couldn’t hear a single word he said. The famous 438 game. And we had missed the whole middle section.

Yesterday Big Friendly and I stopped listening to radio 2000 when India were 197 for 1. We had watched the first 20 or so overs, when the Indian batsmen had taken the SA bowlers and fielders to the cleaners. Suffice it to say I was woes. We listened on the radio as the commentators predicted a score of 400, doubling what India had done in the first 30 overs. It felt like a lost cause for sure. We got out of the car at Silvermine; a picnic for Tandi and Nova’s birthday. We nagged everyone who came after us for an update. It got worse before it got slightly better and then everyone had arrived and there was no news for a while.

Imagine our unbelievable surprise when we got into the car and found out that the Indians had not even seen through their 50 overs. They had tumbled to 296 all out! There was a glimmer of hope. Only Smith was predictably out.

What followed was the slow, grinding agony, adding to the misery of me feeling the effects of a cold. I lay on the couch complaining bitterly about Amla and Kallis and how damn slow they were. I felt hopeless when AB needed Hashim to run for him. I was desperate when Botha was out first ball after a 6. And then, Peterson came and won the game. He won the game. I was so confused about why Dhoni didn’t let Harbhajan bowl the last over, but I didn’t care. I was literally on the edge of my seat, looking through my hands, swinging wildly between hope and horror, just like the massive crowd, only wanting different results.

That game took years off my life. If I think about it though, I wouldn’t like to have spent those lost years feeling like I did yesterday. It was all too much. This cricket! Yo!

Same Old Same Old

And another thing that is leaving me stone cold and making me worried for my sanity is SA cricket. Maybe it’s just that the Proteas are playing Zimbabwe at the moment, and honestly, I can’t even pretend to care. I am just not my normal excited self about this upcoming cricket season. Don’t get me wrong; I still adore Hasheeeeeeeeeem and AB. I still have hope for Duminy and I enjoy Johan Botha. But, ag, I’m not full of cricket lus and gees.

Proteas are the bomb!


In this house we are properly celebrating. Big Friendly is on Cricinfo pretty much all the time now, checking stats and sharing cricket news with me, and I am gloating that on news24 the top story is the cricket and below it is the disbanding of the scorpions.

I must confess, and remember, that before they left for Oz , I had my reservations about the Proteas and how they would manage playing the world champs at home. Which is why their absolute success has delighted me no end. I am proud and happy and excited. I can’t wait for the Oz team to get here. I want to try and get to some of the test here at Sahara Park, Newlands, one of my favourihte places in the world, and Big Friendly and I have spoken about celebrating my birthday at the ODI.

I am enraptured with JP Duminy. Johan Botha filled some massive shoes really superbly when he took over the captaincy of the one day side (in fact, Big Friendly and I have discussed his brilliance at giving newcomers a go, with total support and trust) and Hashim (screamed Hasheeeeeeeem) is our guy. Oh and Albie Morkel. And AB de Villiers.  Ok, the whole team. Oh we are just so completely stoked ek se!

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