Always a joy to receive contributions and feedback to the Lions Roar and as 2009 fades into the past we bring this piece for all Lions and lovers of Lions from Panasonic - uncut and raw - over to the young fellow.
Welcome to the festive season! How quickly the year has come and gone, with many memories, highlights and for some, a few downtimes too.
The pre-season was long, hard and tough work but for many, very beneficial. This can be seen in the transformation of Kyle Humphrey’s, who arrived at Fitzroy Doncaster a very large, country man. Now he has lost 18kg, looks like a tall, country kid who has posted 408 runs with a highest score of 111 including 3 half centuries along the way.
Pre-season had come and gone; anxiousness and excitement were the words to describe player’s feelings for the teams to be read out for round 1. Some happy, some disappointed with where they were allocated. Geelong was conquered, Mash was not too bad, Duckworth made his debut and the Lions sang the song for the first time in 09/10.
Tim Sheehan on fire after rounds 1 and 2, Bremner became ‘Rocky’ after a run in with Hutchison, Robbo hit a hundred in his first 2nd XI match for the year, Sherriff asked coach and captain if it was a joke for selecting him in the First XI to make his debut against Richmond, Dickson made a double ton against Camberwell, only to be upstaged by Porter’s record breaker for the Kangaroos, Maxwell made a scrappy century and took 5 wickets while Sherriff was still searching for his 2 consecutive sixes hit off him in the Jack Dyer Grandstand.
By now, all new players have settled in really well into the club atmosphere, a few additional players have made their way onto the list, without managing to play a game yet.
The birth of Man Well in Traralgon, who has left his mark on many places and broken many hearts.
Marvin Almatrah arrived around the same time Houssam broke his nose in a fielding accident.
Nat Dickson came down to the club around the same time as Nat Vardi followed, stalked and analysed Peter Dickson’s every movement.
Just to make everything clear, these players are not made up nor are they fake, they have real Facebook accounts, add them!
After a few hiccups through the middle part of pre-Christmas fixture, the Lions look to be back on track in all elevens. We look to build on post-Christmas and make finals in most XI’s, with no intention of making up the numbers.
From everyone at Fitzroy Doncaster CC, we wish you a very Merry Christmas and a HAPPY New Year.
Go Lions
Matthew Bremner
Panasonic
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Round 10 v Hawks - Whitewash & Bonus Points (4-0)
Tis the last Friday before Santa time. Another name for this day is "Take Out The Day" given profile in West Wing, Series 1, Episode 13. Any Friday before a major holiday is a dumping ground for every possible negative or critical issue that may draw attention from the media. The logic being that as attention would be elsewhere and resources reduced, send it out the door stamped do not return and it would probably not be noticed. Our own local state governing body are in so many ways a replicant, not the original Blade Runner type - more of a droog element, that predictably they take their cues. "Offensive Bonuses" gets some oxygen as we shake our collective heads.
Purpose of this, just that spending a week indoors on medication allows the senses to wander down every burrow hole for amusement. Seriously need to get outdoors soon as dream time has contained regular theory analysis to unleash further the Furious weapon in cricketing combat. Another term, going stir crazy with this pig like affliction. Sheesh we are rambling now, off to the cricket.
The Hawk have had to overcome some self inflicted wounds over recent seasons but arrive at this juncture with a better record than some predicted at the season start. Be wary, very wary of these games, especially the one day format as fortune can swing alarmingly and seemingly without logic.
The 2nd XI with the opposition at 0/70 in the 12th over felt that was the case as a series of bowling changes ensued with Hussler now on two legs delivering a hand full of maidens to sort the corrective order. The Badge strolled back into town to pick up another trio, just show me the stumps and let me loose. Bang, bang, bang - off you go son, the Badge has it under control, a single pole left for Flegwart. Lose some early batting poles until Flegwart is able to show his upper order the value of hitting the ball in the middle, makes things much easier. Little Guus jumps on board as a willing passenger, each grab a half ton and game is done as it should have been - bonus point, dusted.
At the main planetarium, observing from the infectious diseases infirmary (apologies to all who approached over the course of the day and were hastily warned off, with pleasantness), Skipper Dick had the entree cutlery out to dine on the first course of bog average medium pacers. As another total of substance beckoned, out caught slashing for 49 in even time. Task for the score today in the hands of Max1 and Gas Box, bth displaying general good sense and hard running to control momentum. Some final touches of slather and whack by Dyno Bells pushes upwards of 280. Under 100 runs came from boundaries, the majority came from old school hard running, the type of ingredient appreciated by the chefs in the kitchen.
Catch spilt off Furious early before inroads are made by Skipper Dick and Moose. Max1 brings out a few tricks to destroy the middle and the Exotic Mauritian nips in with a pair of stumpings from the quicks - the not out with the stick was noticed as well, good job.
Lower planetarium, Lions bowlers trapped in a sports warp elsewhere with little ability to control the ball. Could be forgiven that we were watching lawn bowls and waiting for the bias on the ball to bring it back into play. The three stumps are normally always in the same place, Xmas gifts of a compass due for Pirate, Tomahawk and Little Man. Not the modern Tom Tom version either, six stitches flung in an accurate manner. Wrist specialist Desperate snaffles a pair with a tidy spell, the promise seems genuinely on the improve.
Chase progressing although mild concern sets in when each of the top order decide that anet equivalent is enough for the day, target still nearly a hundred beyond. Flash Jack and Colonel Sando, notable recently as a regular pair doing the extra leg work before training, spend some quality time in the middle together. A combination of chaotic and measured methods, the outcome effective as Colonel gets to walk off unbeaten with the points.
The DKP squad yet again had a beginning of promise, VaultPole gaining another 40 with Joyce protege TW getting the high score of 62 - glad that reasonable scores are becoming regular now. Monster enjoys an unfinished dance at the end and with the String push the total to 213, seemingly enough. The left arm wrist spin - Man New - starts the rot after which Ffffffffman resumes an afternoon cricket career with a double and a pair of catches. Obi Wan frisky around the ring, hands improving each week and the Monster extinguishes any flicker of hope with a treble. Points and bonus dusted, the DKP squad are as Ali G would stay "innit".
Purpose of this, just that spending a week indoors on medication allows the senses to wander down every burrow hole for amusement. Seriously need to get outdoors soon as dream time has contained regular theory analysis to unleash further the Furious weapon in cricketing combat. Another term, going stir crazy with this pig like affliction. Sheesh we are rambling now, off to the cricket.
The Hawk have had to overcome some self inflicted wounds over recent seasons but arrive at this juncture with a better record than some predicted at the season start. Be wary, very wary of these games, especially the one day format as fortune can swing alarmingly and seemingly without logic.
The 2nd XI with the opposition at 0/70 in the 12th over felt that was the case as a series of bowling changes ensued with Hussler now on two legs delivering a hand full of maidens to sort the corrective order. The Badge strolled back into town to pick up another trio, just show me the stumps and let me loose. Bang, bang, bang - off you go son, the Badge has it under control, a single pole left for Flegwart. Lose some early batting poles until Flegwart is able to show his upper order the value of hitting the ball in the middle, makes things much easier. Little Guus jumps on board as a willing passenger, each grab a half ton and game is done as it should have been - bonus point, dusted.
At the main planetarium, observing from the infectious diseases infirmary (apologies to all who approached over the course of the day and were hastily warned off, with pleasantness), Skipper Dick had the entree cutlery out to dine on the first course of bog average medium pacers. As another total of substance beckoned, out caught slashing for 49 in even time. Task for the score today in the hands of Max1 and Gas Box, bth displaying general good sense and hard running to control momentum. Some final touches of slather and whack by Dyno Bells pushes upwards of 280. Under 100 runs came from boundaries, the majority came from old school hard running, the type of ingredient appreciated by the chefs in the kitchen.
Catch spilt off Furious early before inroads are made by Skipper Dick and Moose. Max1 brings out a few tricks to destroy the middle and the Exotic Mauritian nips in with a pair of stumpings from the quicks - the not out with the stick was noticed as well, good job.
Lower planetarium, Lions bowlers trapped in a sports warp elsewhere with little ability to control the ball. Could be forgiven that we were watching lawn bowls and waiting for the bias on the ball to bring it back into play. The three stumps are normally always in the same place, Xmas gifts of a compass due for Pirate, Tomahawk and Little Man. Not the modern Tom Tom version either, six stitches flung in an accurate manner. Wrist specialist Desperate snaffles a pair with a tidy spell, the promise seems genuinely on the improve.
Chase progressing although mild concern sets in when each of the top order decide that anet equivalent is enough for the day, target still nearly a hundred beyond. Flash Jack and Colonel Sando, notable recently as a regular pair doing the extra leg work before training, spend some quality time in the middle together. A combination of chaotic and measured methods, the outcome effective as Colonel gets to walk off unbeaten with the points.
The DKP squad yet again had a beginning of promise, VaultPole gaining another 40 with Joyce protege TW getting the high score of 62 - glad that reasonable scores are becoming regular now. Monster enjoys an unfinished dance at the end and with the String push the total to 213, seemingly enough. The left arm wrist spin - Man New - starts the rot after which Ffffffffman resumes an afternoon cricket career with a double and a pair of catches. Obi Wan frisky around the ring, hands improving each week and the Monster extinguishes any flicker of hope with a treble. Points and bonus dusted, the DKP squad are as Ali G would stay "innit".
Friday, December 18, 2009
Injury & Illness - Impact Outcome Is Ours
We arrive at the start of preparing for Round 10, one that in the season past was cathartic, exposing and warranted - almost a rebirth, as the Lions shredded the Swans beyond recognition in a 4-0 smashing with bonus points galore.
A different bird awaits this week - the Hawk, but in some ways not a lot of difference in their predicament when compared to the Swans. The Lions though are in a much stronger club position, hungry for another kill before the break and time allows for claws to be sharpened and jaws to be adjusted - Sarge style.
Illness with a swine variation have been detected within the correspondent giving cause to quarantine conditions to be abided by for the next five to seven days. No matter, a minor obstacle as this allows the structure to flow if all things are in place. Smash gets the call up, initally as part of the XII, but a pre match injury to Hodge allows him to claim a playing position in Newcastle with fondest wished of support from all now that it seems the light may not be illusory.
Skipper Dick whips the cubs into order, exhorting the importance of this immediate contest for future positioning. DKP conducts the exam for the younger levels, ensuring that knowledge has been properly installed to date. Salty Dog pulls all the strings in the background, keeping the lid firmly sealed, hunger levels aware and challenges to those in need.
No Name has the dreaded OP, gone for weeks at this rate - but such a charming man who will be required in full flow by Valentines Day. Bowlers have soreness in places where bowlers are supposed to be sore, the oncoming rest will be welcomed. Turf wickets in place for training and by all reports starting to feel like a proper club at this level, finally. Recent success for the club, ten wins from twelve games feed the buoyancy, Colonel Sando still bouncing around with the double excitement of school ending. Can he contain the mind to deliver another performance?
Rest well young warriors, lets take this last chance in 2009 to make a statement.
A different bird awaits this week - the Hawk, but in some ways not a lot of difference in their predicament when compared to the Swans. The Lions though are in a much stronger club position, hungry for another kill before the break and time allows for claws to be sharpened and jaws to be adjusted - Sarge style.
Illness with a swine variation have been detected within the correspondent giving cause to quarantine conditions to be abided by for the next five to seven days. No matter, a minor obstacle as this allows the structure to flow if all things are in place. Smash gets the call up, initally as part of the XII, but a pre match injury to Hodge allows him to claim a playing position in Newcastle with fondest wished of support from all now that it seems the light may not be illusory.
Skipper Dick whips the cubs into order, exhorting the importance of this immediate contest for future positioning. DKP conducts the exam for the younger levels, ensuring that knowledge has been properly installed to date. Salty Dog pulls all the strings in the background, keeping the lid firmly sealed, hunger levels aware and challenges to those in need.
No Name has the dreaded OP, gone for weeks at this rate - but such a charming man who will be required in full flow by Valentines Day. Bowlers have soreness in places where bowlers are supposed to be sore, the oncoming rest will be welcomed. Turf wickets in place for training and by all reports starting to feel like a proper club at this level, finally. Recent success for the club, ten wins from twelve games feed the buoyancy, Colonel Sando still bouncing around with the double excitement of school ending. Can he contain the mind to deliver another performance?
Rest well young warriors, lets take this last chance in 2009 to make a statement.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Round 9 v Magpies (Day 2) - 3 Wins + 1 Draw
Unusual to get a call from any of the Lions Leaders on match eve, especially after the sun had gone down. No dramas just a mild emergency of mirth with DKP reporting on a juvenile, promiscuous coupling at the Planet. Right in the middle of the Black Curator's finest patch. Without a care they duly removed themselves as DKP replaced the required covers.
Next morning.......................... It was definitely not a dream in some cricketing wonderland. The Lions were indeed defending a score of 3/449 - the sort of number rarely seen, experienced, witnessed, expected or planned for. So with the sleep rubbed from our eyes, warm up complete, muscles primed, fast bowlers ready to unload - what should probably happen. Exactly as one would have thought after giving plentiful time to consider. We basically bowled shite. That was it. Full cream, extra sugar, plenty of salt, full strength - shite.
Just before the lunch break Furious found his roar and hurtled in with venom from the top end to unleash a vicious bouncer that sat the imported professional fair on his arse, with interest and time to pause for thought. Interesting that from this point even though he batted for another three hours he only made just over fifty runs in that time following, some of them gifts to manage strike preferences. Anyhoo, the thunderbolt from Furious sparked the kindling as after the break he found the edge of the opposing skipper and things unfolded over the course of the day from there. Oh and also - Max1 took five wickets. Mag pie consumed, no sauce, done.
The taste of raw meat traversed across the galaxy to the Planet where the Badge had discovered that in senior turf cricket, bowling short, hostile deliveries is allowed. Hustle, grunt, release, bounce, thump, crunch - ooohhhh. Poles kept tumbling, Myo Kimbo just keeps taking them - becoming almost postmanlike - he delivers. And Fearsome, resuming his knowledge of what actually bowling a cricket ball feels like, extracts enough bounce and fizz to grap four. Mag pie consumed, whack.
One legged Hussler was firmly esconced in the land of determined application, feeding from the joy of having Junior Cat Shagger act as his run servant made even more enjoyable with the bubbly, comical Sando as his partner of substance. What a three way, mid pitch conversation this group would have had over the ensuing hours of match saving effort. Little Man and Flash Jack, both significantly lesser of hair than when the season started, whack a few around for dessert. Draw, no points either way but the result a good outcome as the Lions stay in the bunch at sixth.
DKP shrewdly decides to bat on, 222 just not quite enough - even Richie would agree in this situation. Jmai takes advantage and with the Monster they hammer every offering in a partnership unbroken on 98. DKP then calls time, Lions time, and releases Tomahawk from the cage. An early pole is granted and some crafty restructuring is needed as SOC damages a side from the after effect of questions in his dreams to Samantha Lane. Never mind. Desperate saunters in to grab the key wicket (again) and the Monster bags a double. The young cubs leave a few for DKP and Tomahawk to bring the long broom and hose into the cage and wash out the remnants. Oh and also - Jmai snaffled five catches. Points to Lions, song is sung with conviction and gusto.
In the jungle, the mighty jungle - the Lions sleep tonight. Good Night ManWell.
Next morning.......................... It was definitely not a dream in some cricketing wonderland. The Lions were indeed defending a score of 3/449 - the sort of number rarely seen, experienced, witnessed, expected or planned for. So with the sleep rubbed from our eyes, warm up complete, muscles primed, fast bowlers ready to unload - what should probably happen. Exactly as one would have thought after giving plentiful time to consider. We basically bowled shite. That was it. Full cream, extra sugar, plenty of salt, full strength - shite.
Just before the lunch break Furious found his roar and hurtled in with venom from the top end to unleash a vicious bouncer that sat the imported professional fair on his arse, with interest and time to pause for thought. Interesting that from this point even though he batted for another three hours he only made just over fifty runs in that time following, some of them gifts to manage strike preferences. Anyhoo, the thunderbolt from Furious sparked the kindling as after the break he found the edge of the opposing skipper and things unfolded over the course of the day from there. Oh and also - Max1 took five wickets. Mag pie consumed, no sauce, done.
The taste of raw meat traversed across the galaxy to the Planet where the Badge had discovered that in senior turf cricket, bowling short, hostile deliveries is allowed. Hustle, grunt, release, bounce, thump, crunch - ooohhhh. Poles kept tumbling, Myo Kimbo just keeps taking them - becoming almost postmanlike - he delivers. And Fearsome, resuming his knowledge of what actually bowling a cricket ball feels like, extracts enough bounce and fizz to grap four. Mag pie consumed, whack.
One legged Hussler was firmly esconced in the land of determined application, feeding from the joy of having Junior Cat Shagger act as his run servant made even more enjoyable with the bubbly, comical Sando as his partner of substance. What a three way, mid pitch conversation this group would have had over the ensuing hours of match saving effort. Little Man and Flash Jack, both significantly lesser of hair than when the season started, whack a few around for dessert. Draw, no points either way but the result a good outcome as the Lions stay in the bunch at sixth.
DKP shrewdly decides to bat on, 222 just not quite enough - even Richie would agree in this situation. Jmai takes advantage and with the Monster they hammer every offering in a partnership unbroken on 98. DKP then calls time, Lions time, and releases Tomahawk from the cage. An early pole is granted and some crafty restructuring is needed as SOC damages a side from the after effect of questions in his dreams to Samantha Lane. Never mind. Desperate saunters in to grab the key wicket (again) and the Monster bags a double. The young cubs leave a few for DKP and Tomahawk to bring the long broom and hose into the cage and wash out the remnants. Oh and also - Jmai snaffled five catches. Points to Lions, song is sung with conviction and gusto.
In the jungle, the mighty jungle - the Lions sleep tonight. Good Night ManWell.
Freshening Up For The Golden Lions
The tally of Tiger infidelities hits double figures, as the number in volume rises the quality in conquest diminishes. Slogan variations of the Nike classic reverberate around global cyberspace at sonic speed with the Tiger story filling the voracious belly left empty after the departed Jackson train ran out of magic puff.
Applying honored learnings from a true master - Bart Cummings, this had been the week scheduled for some freshening up. The Lions had delivered a string of results to have the course better understood after a period that was more reflective of Jessica Watson without quite hitting the "unseen" big boat. To be fair it was only bigger than an oval, a simple thing to miss - if not paying attention.
Tuesday leave was granted to all Lions to be used in a return visit to their home club or rest entirely with only the senior group required to attend. Perfect timing as the weather again made things problematic, but a session full of robust energy and spirit was enjoyed on the main planet surface that continues to astound with the smoothness of grass covering. Furious enjoying the chance to again demonstrate his laser like accuracy with the throwing arm, his time will come in a match to unleash this weapon.
Thursday was a complete gathering, the Golden Lions dinner following. Fffffffman was found, or maybe he found himself, emerging from the bunker blinking with nervous uncertainty. The resurrection given some impetus as he was required in isolation to eyeball the group and state his position. All appeared genuine and remorseful, remedy in place - results will be the evidence.
Sounding like a broken record, yet again weather washed out any net action so groups split into Fireman strengthening circuit indoors, Coaches erratic motion drills outdoors. Lane work to challenge balance of angles with the need to be clean with the ball, Mad Dog Ginger using his boxing body movement technique to advantage. Groups changed over and Skipper Dick took the bowlers in a game of Strip Stump, getting down to a rather daggy pair of grey jocks for the final delivery where Moose was unable to execute when being distracted by pasty skin. He is engaged now, saving the effort for non-mate special time where it is most warranted.
Golden Lions with several variations apart from host MC Mitch - Yum Cha dinner and female guest speaker in the expansive Samantha Lane. An unabashed fan is this correspondent of the Lane family having had the good fortune to meet her father - Tim, several times over the years due to a joint friendship in Gideon Haigh. Son of Chairman (SOC) had obviously been rehearsing in front of the mirror for several days as when question time came he unleashed an incessant barrage upon Ms Lane (all delivered with a honey like texture to his voice) completely knocking all others into submission from the start. Full house for the Golden Lions and a good idea to move this one to the Thursday slot for this time of the year as the awareness amongst the group enhances.
Smash to miss with first class duties allowing Resident Emo to return as an attacking option, No Name getting the chance to elevate again into the longer day. Heavy runs in the bank, another good weekend awaits the freshened Lions - roarrrrrr!!!!
Applying honored learnings from a true master - Bart Cummings, this had been the week scheduled for some freshening up. The Lions had delivered a string of results to have the course better understood after a period that was more reflective of Jessica Watson without quite hitting the "unseen" big boat. To be fair it was only bigger than an oval, a simple thing to miss - if not paying attention.
Tuesday leave was granted to all Lions to be used in a return visit to their home club or rest entirely with only the senior group required to attend. Perfect timing as the weather again made things problematic, but a session full of robust energy and spirit was enjoyed on the main planet surface that continues to astound with the smoothness of grass covering. Furious enjoying the chance to again demonstrate his laser like accuracy with the throwing arm, his time will come in a match to unleash this weapon.
Thursday was a complete gathering, the Golden Lions dinner following. Fffffffman was found, or maybe he found himself, emerging from the bunker blinking with nervous uncertainty. The resurrection given some impetus as he was required in isolation to eyeball the group and state his position. All appeared genuine and remorseful, remedy in place - results will be the evidence.
Sounding like a broken record, yet again weather washed out any net action so groups split into Fireman strengthening circuit indoors, Coaches erratic motion drills outdoors. Lane work to challenge balance of angles with the need to be clean with the ball, Mad Dog Ginger using his boxing body movement technique to advantage. Groups changed over and Skipper Dick took the bowlers in a game of Strip Stump, getting down to a rather daggy pair of grey jocks for the final delivery where Moose was unable to execute when being distracted by pasty skin. He is engaged now, saving the effort for non-mate special time where it is most warranted.
Golden Lions with several variations apart from host MC Mitch - Yum Cha dinner and female guest speaker in the expansive Samantha Lane. An unabashed fan is this correspondent of the Lane family having had the good fortune to meet her father - Tim, several times over the years due to a joint friendship in Gideon Haigh. Son of Chairman (SOC) had obviously been rehearsing in front of the mirror for several days as when question time came he unleashed an incessant barrage upon Ms Lane (all delivered with a honey like texture to his voice) completely knocking all others into submission from the start. Full house for the Golden Lions and a good idea to move this one to the Thursday slot for this time of the year as the awareness amongst the group enhances.
Smash to miss with first class duties allowing Resident Emo to return as an attacking option, No Name getting the chance to elevate again into the longer day. Heavy runs in the bank, another good weekend awaits the freshened Lions - roarrrrrr!!!!
T20 v Casey - A Day Trip To Cranbourne (4-0), The Birth Of ManWell
Hit the Eastlink express just before 9am on Sunday morning, clad in the finest maroon polyester that is desperate for a day of rest. Reasonable distance drive to Cranbourne for the last of the T20 preliminary games, wary of this opponent at the top end as their recent recovery does seem to be of substance.
Phone call to DKP en route to confirm Lions combatants and an update in that FFFFFFFman was still AWOL but not front page of the Herald Sun with any schoolies related complications.
Cranbourne is not really a long distance from Central Melbourne but new comers will be trapped by the endless sequence of traffic lights from the first shopping strip, fast food outlet until the true centre. Passing one of the McDonalds there at 9.40am, unable to fathom why the queue extends way beyond the car park into the feeding street for the drive thru section. At least 25 cars, for this time of the morning. A first hand demonstration of obesity complications 101 maybe?
The Badge bustles in hard for the start of the sixth over, into the wind mind you. Some early damage by Myo Kimbo with a clever run out, direct hit from his follow through and a tidy beginning by suprise packets Hussler and Panasonic with the new rock. The Badge decimates the Swans with six overall, three of them with stumps blasted - we have a genuine option emerging here. Tomahawk goes on a spree next door, 4 overs - 4 maidens - 2 wicket for zero runs. The numbers will remain on the permanent record but the quality of the opposition is a stain easily wiped without considerable effort. Coach in rooms next door has a series of emotional explosions, not happy at all this Jan! Victory with comfort to the Lions in both games.
The main events begin earlier than scheduled to the delight of many, the blazing sun adding extra colour to the leg tattoos of the home team female supporters enjoying the imbibing of rainbow colored beverages aplenty. The cult of Kebab is growing in volume, the Lions batting first and drawing a crowd but unable to be quenched as he is dismissed softly. Generously this gives captain Sweet Heat centre stage to bomb three over the fence with power, the end total of 180 being plenty.
The Swan is being strangled on their own difficult patch of new earth, maybe better for next week but for an exciting T20 showcase - not today. Pace off bowlers causing extreme problems with Dyno Bells and Max1 removing the local stars with little contribution except for dots consumed. The Exotic Mauritian snaffles four stumpings overall in yet another effort of improving genius, get the batting right and then we have a player.
Some early misgivings before Fearsome smashed a couple into and over the fence, Skipper Dick guiding the ship being unbeaten in the 40's, adding another level of substance to recent performances. Points in both to the Lions, a 4-0 away trip and the same overall result against the Swan as Round 10 in the previous season.
Moments of unknowing if the win has been enough to secure a spot in the finals, return home with not all results known and basic maths of net run rates suggest we may narrowly have missed. Curses to the inept performance against the Kangaroos but joy is the outcome as call received from Cricket Victoria headquarters that due to us keeping Casey to the lowest score, we have qualified. Another chance to play in a final and gain from experience, excellent. Now if we can only find FFFFFFFFFFman.
A small gathering of Lion Cubs travel further east for an overnight at Chez Fearsome in the middle of a thirteen acre paddock that despite the inane questions from Max1 still requires mowing. A rested Furious found it complicated to contain the random behaviours, shadows in Amex and No Name giving cheek but having the sense (or voyeuristic tendencies) to make video capture bites for later sober reference. Thankfully it ended with little pain, except for the post midnight birth of ManWell and the connecting Moose calls that brought no sympathy.
Phone call to DKP en route to confirm Lions combatants and an update in that FFFFFFFman was still AWOL but not front page of the Herald Sun with any schoolies related complications.
Cranbourne is not really a long distance from Central Melbourne but new comers will be trapped by the endless sequence of traffic lights from the first shopping strip, fast food outlet until the true centre. Passing one of the McDonalds there at 9.40am, unable to fathom why the queue extends way beyond the car park into the feeding street for the drive thru section. At least 25 cars, for this time of the morning. A first hand demonstration of obesity complications 101 maybe?
The Badge bustles in hard for the start of the sixth over, into the wind mind you. Some early damage by Myo Kimbo with a clever run out, direct hit from his follow through and a tidy beginning by suprise packets Hussler and Panasonic with the new rock. The Badge decimates the Swans with six overall, three of them with stumps blasted - we have a genuine option emerging here. Tomahawk goes on a spree next door, 4 overs - 4 maidens - 2 wicket for zero runs. The numbers will remain on the permanent record but the quality of the opposition is a stain easily wiped without considerable effort. Coach in rooms next door has a series of emotional explosions, not happy at all this Jan! Victory with comfort to the Lions in both games.
The main events begin earlier than scheduled to the delight of many, the blazing sun adding extra colour to the leg tattoos of the home team female supporters enjoying the imbibing of rainbow colored beverages aplenty. The cult of Kebab is growing in volume, the Lions batting first and drawing a crowd but unable to be quenched as he is dismissed softly. Generously this gives captain Sweet Heat centre stage to bomb three over the fence with power, the end total of 180 being plenty.
The Swan is being strangled on their own difficult patch of new earth, maybe better for next week but for an exciting T20 showcase - not today. Pace off bowlers causing extreme problems with Dyno Bells and Max1 removing the local stars with little contribution except for dots consumed. The Exotic Mauritian snaffles four stumpings overall in yet another effort of improving genius, get the batting right and then we have a player.
Some early misgivings before Fearsome smashed a couple into and over the fence, Skipper Dick guiding the ship being unbeaten in the 40's, adding another level of substance to recent performances. Points in both to the Lions, a 4-0 away trip and the same overall result against the Swan as Round 10 in the previous season.
Moments of unknowing if the win has been enough to secure a spot in the finals, return home with not all results known and basic maths of net run rates suggest we may narrowly have missed. Curses to the inept performance against the Kangaroos but joy is the outcome as call received from Cricket Victoria headquarters that due to us keeping Casey to the lowest score, we have qualified. Another chance to play in a final and gain from experience, excellent. Now if we can only find FFFFFFFFFFman.
A small gathering of Lion Cubs travel further east for an overnight at Chez Fearsome in the middle of a thirteen acre paddock that despite the inane questions from Max1 still requires mowing. A rested Furious found it complicated to contain the random behaviours, shadows in Amex and No Name giving cheek but having the sense (or voyeuristic tendencies) to make video capture bites for later sober reference. Thankfully it ended with little pain, except for the post midnight birth of ManWell and the connecting Moose calls that brought no sympathy.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Round 9 Lions v Magpies - The Runs Monster
The cultured elite is the new combatant, a return to perfect away conditions and a club with strong connections to the private education sector that have built a tremendous home facility at Camberwell. A far cry from the old Magpie days in Collingwood at Victoria Park - a time of Rose, Ryder, Bird, Laughlin and Vimpani.
A recent trip to Perth presented ample down time to revive a copy of "Rose Boys" written by Peter Rose about the Rose family featuring his father, the legendary Bob, the tragic life of his brother Robert and the limitless love from his mother. This book, from my own personal view, would have to be at the upper end of substance and quality for a family memoir of tribute. If Bob Rose (who Nathan Buckley possesses an uncanny resemblance) was of the modern era, his ability and persona would give sport and sacrifice greater meaning. Alas Robert, cut down in his prime on Valentines Day in 1974, we shall never know what could have been.
A recent trip to Perth presented ample down time to revive a copy of "Rose Boys" written by Peter Rose about the Rose family featuring his father, the legendary Bob, the tragic life of his brother Robert and the limitless love from his mother. This book, from my own personal view, would have to be at the upper end of substance and quality for a family memoir of tribute. If Bob Rose (who Nathan Buckley possesses an uncanny resemblance) was of the modern era, his ability and persona would give sport and sacrifice greater meaning. Alas Robert, cut down in his prime on Valentines Day in 1974, we shall never know what could have been.
Skipper Dick has been in a genuine patch of quality form for some time now, his last twenty innings for the club have consisted of four centuries, five scores of fifty and beyond plus another four scores in the forties. An overall total of just under 1100 runs and interspersed with this was a period during last season where due to a serious back injury he was unable to play consecutive games. The Magpies are one opponent where his record is not in the exceptional bracket so seems like a good reason to correct that part of the record.
The focus of recent weeks has been to correct the importance of batting the duration, not giving anything away, feel the 100 runs and collectively the Lions 300 drills. Skipper Dick emphatically made his mark with an imperious double century, 209 not out from 262 balls in 292 minutes. A performance of brilliance that will live in the minds of those present on both sides for seasons to come. The overall total of 3/449 declared (at 4.40pm as well) with contributions from Smash and Gas Box with Tom Tom just missing the gravy train was just shy of the all time club record.
The Runs Monster on this day though had an extra head, a little bit Hydra like, the extra head was that of Max1. Prior to the match was adjusted to number five in the order, but returned to number four after lunch to enter with the score at 2/217, a victim of lateness - drinks for all the penalty next week.
During the lunch break with the Cricket Show on in the background while scoffing a few roles, Max1 had one of those spontaneous moments where the mouth engages before proper thought is complete. The Cricket Show quiz was happening between S Clark and Haddin.
"Four cubed is equal to?" asked Simon O'Donnell
"Sixteen" blurted from Max1 oral zone, the eyes of blankness giving away the fact that little thought existed, just a response.
The Exotic Mauritian rolled his eyes, not unexpectedly, while Panasonic was still going through the available digits and checking that he heard the word "cubed" correctly, not in the meaning of a geometrical shape. Max1 realised the slight error and as is his style, moved on. The irony in this moment is that his century achieved before tea contained 16 boundaries, maybe a karmic connection, maybe not.
The century from about sixty balls was not anything unusual, nor was the base set from the first twenty balls being less than ten at that time with a mixture of solid defence and proper leaves. The sheer ferocity when unleashed that pushed the team score to 354 meant that the partnership achieved was 137 in 56 minutes and allowed Skipper Dick the time to completely regain control and pursue the double. Torch claimed the token pole before the end of play, leaving nine for next week.
Lions batting with purpose and conviction at the Planet, Little Guus continuing his form streak and Flegwart making another 50+ but with plenty left in the tank and a declaration just past 300. A visit via the Central outpost for the 3rd XI gave chance to connect with the travelling Kebab family, wonderful people who are justly proud of the path their son has taken this season. They were genuinely appreciative of his improving condition, something that initially worries parents from the country when the children move away. Unfortunately Lions were bowling here so not much of his improved skill was on show today but overall the Lions group are on track for 1200+ runs for the round - surely this is enough.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Post Dog - Smiles, Enthusiasm & Options
What a difference a brace of wins can make to the planet atmposphere that surrounds the Lions collectively. Continual weekends of activity do give challenge to the organisation, methods, process and conditioning - a few cracks starting to appear in some players but nothing too serious of yet.
Vardichin with toe crack being the only real complication, his competitiveness would be rather useful. Torch with back strain, Skipper Dick with soreness and Kebab with belly follicle regrowth all coping at this point and under the watchful eye of surgeon Jag. Some have suggested that a combination of the ultra sound and Jag liniment to the Kebab midriff, administered by members of the cult following would be an interesting spectacle.
And what is that we spy on the immediate horizon, apart from first day of the last two day game prior to the break, we also get a club day trip to Cranbourne in a T20 frenzy against the relocated Swan. An all bird weekend of Magpies and Swans, should taste better than the recent Dog if we get the recipe right.
Vardichin with toe crack being the only real complication, his competitiveness would be rather useful. Torch with back strain, Skipper Dick with soreness and Kebab with belly follicle regrowth all coping at this point and under the watchful eye of surgeon Jag. Some have suggested that a combination of the ultra sound and Jag liniment to the Kebab midriff, administered by members of the cult following would be an interesting spectacle.
And what is that we spy on the immediate horizon, apart from first day of the last two day game prior to the break, we also get a club day trip to Cranbourne in a T20 frenzy against the relocated Swan. An all bird weekend of Magpies and Swans, should taste better than the recent Dog if we get the recipe right.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Round 8 Lions v Dogs (3-0 + 1 Washout), Return To The Goodness
Part 1 - Day 1
Another Friday of inclement weather with the Lions falling asleep under a radar of uncertainty, weather patterns over recent days had covered all points of the compass with plenty of moisture to cause disruptions. Misty eyed I awake early from disrupted slumber full of insane visions involving being eaten alive by a gigantic tiger. Race downstairs and across the road for a caffeine injection to the soothing sounds of Miles Davis that sonically melt off the concrete walls, mind balance is restored.
The Black Curator forced to work the extra mile this morning, wicket at the Planet in fine condition but the surrounds need careful attention. Umpires receptive of the efforts ongoing and commit to starting on time, very happy as the possible disruption is contained. Win toss and bat with Tom Tom taking the lead role, or an impostor in the body of Tom Tom (maybe Tom Sonic, the new version) as he blasts to 46 in the first hour that is tragically cut short the over post drinks. Smash & Gas Box settle things to lunch with the word from Dog Land that moisture will not allow anything to happen until near lunch.
Resident Emo makes the effort during lunch break to complete testing work load of bowling, batting and running that proves resumption should be normal next week. Has battled hard with the emptiness of not being able to compete against past club but that will surely occur again in the future.
Kebab loses the returning Ninja early, but with the Junior Cat Shagger (again) lays the base for substance. The ever improving stream lined Kebab, more now like resembling a felafel with extra chili sauce, goes whack everywhere with several fine shots to register his maiden Lion century at rapid pace in a partnership of 136.
Across the river at Dog Land a start has eventuated with the Cat Shagger an early departure - truly separate as Trishna & Krishna, but Little Guus proves to be willing ally in the trench with Mad Dog Ginger. Cookie Monster has unleashed a performance with early poles of substance - at last.
Middle order collapse leaving Panasonic seemingly stranded at tea, seven Lions departed with Moose, Torch & Furious to come. Panasonic reverts to solace from past experience, get set, use the full blade and run hard. Moose reciprocates with intent and off we head to claim a position where a total can be mounted.
The drive westward past other grounds that appear impacted by weather, give thought to the value of points as an outcome with an expectation that some games will not have a result. Arrive at Dog Land, Little Guus pushed into the 60's and now has Dyno Bells as company in the gloom, rain threatening to break again at any time. Poppa Vardi wearing tracks in the bitumen beside the rooms, doing his best work operating in a confined space - but no helmet on.
The pair need not call upon any other support for the remainder of the afternoon, taking control around the breaks and not allowing concentration to waver. Little Guus bounds through the 80's with a series of boundaries, arriving on the verge at 96 as the rain kicks in with play finished for the day.
News arrives of runs galore by Lions at the planetarium with Panasonic and Product finishing in the 90's unbeaten as totals in both games mount, Furious again smites an off side drive over the fence to the rapturous joy of the dancing Bad Girl, now of legal age. Position good all around with health levels fine to bowl as needed tomorrow.
Part 2 - Day 2
Rain is everywhere, not of the destructive type but that which will cause concentration delays. With 321 representing a total that should be beyond, the requirement to capture the ten poles still required considerable application. Furious and Torch giving themselves the best possible chance to make early inroads by building pressure to have Dogs at 3/26 before the first delay.
All other matches presented with obstacles the worst being the 4th XI a complete wash out that is disappointing as the chase would have been a low 200 range at worst. The 3rd XI might get a start around tea time and the 2nd XI nothing until after lunch.
When play in the 2nd XI at Dog Land resumed, Little Guus was able to reach the milestone, Dyno Bells just missed the half century mark and Flegwart joined the Fire Man to belt a few peas around and take some momentum in declaring at 6/252. Myo Kimbo delivered the expected early pole before the ambush laid by the Badge and Dyno Bells ripped the guts from a lame Dog that barely limped to 103, Dyno Bells grabbing six of the finest with Amex in fine support gloving another triple.
Furious and Max1 had given brought double happiness to tea with a pole each when after the break Torch delivered the king pair that was needed to expose the tail. Down below Kitchen Man was wheeling the changes with bowlers responding, No Name and Little Man proving that dominant quicks are valuable with four each and the new comer Dark Lord starting the rot - all out for 184 and the second lot of points secured.
Tail wagging with gusto, denying the efforts of the Lions attack even after Skipper Dick ripped another two having to take the new rock and beckon Furious for a further effort that produced the nick that went down. As the clock ticked into the well past six region and frustrations building, Max1 kept churning through the variations as the final curtain was about to come down with cruel denial. But as all good performances deserve due attention until the very end, the curtain remained hovering as a quicker ball found a full toe and the umpire's extended digit ignited a Lions celebration.
Another Friday of inclement weather with the Lions falling asleep under a radar of uncertainty, weather patterns over recent days had covered all points of the compass with plenty of moisture to cause disruptions. Misty eyed I awake early from disrupted slumber full of insane visions involving being eaten alive by a gigantic tiger. Race downstairs and across the road for a caffeine injection to the soothing sounds of Miles Davis that sonically melt off the concrete walls, mind balance is restored.
The Black Curator forced to work the extra mile this morning, wicket at the Planet in fine condition but the surrounds need careful attention. Umpires receptive of the efforts ongoing and commit to starting on time, very happy as the possible disruption is contained. Win toss and bat with Tom Tom taking the lead role, or an impostor in the body of Tom Tom (maybe Tom Sonic, the new version) as he blasts to 46 in the first hour that is tragically cut short the over post drinks. Smash & Gas Box settle things to lunch with the word from Dog Land that moisture will not allow anything to happen until near lunch.
Resident Emo makes the effort during lunch break to complete testing work load of bowling, batting and running that proves resumption should be normal next week. Has battled hard with the emptiness of not being able to compete against past club but that will surely occur again in the future.
Kebab loses the returning Ninja early, but with the Junior Cat Shagger (again) lays the base for substance. The ever improving stream lined Kebab, more now like resembling a felafel with extra chili sauce, goes whack everywhere with several fine shots to register his maiden Lion century at rapid pace in a partnership of 136.
Across the river at Dog Land a start has eventuated with the Cat Shagger an early departure - truly separate as Trishna & Krishna, but Little Guus proves to be willing ally in the trench with Mad Dog Ginger. Cookie Monster has unleashed a performance with early poles of substance - at last.
Middle order collapse leaving Panasonic seemingly stranded at tea, seven Lions departed with Moose, Torch & Furious to come. Panasonic reverts to solace from past experience, get set, use the full blade and run hard. Moose reciprocates with intent and off we head to claim a position where a total can be mounted.
The drive westward past other grounds that appear impacted by weather, give thought to the value of points as an outcome with an expectation that some games will not have a result. Arrive at Dog Land, Little Guus pushed into the 60's and now has Dyno Bells as company in the gloom, rain threatening to break again at any time. Poppa Vardi wearing tracks in the bitumen beside the rooms, doing his best work operating in a confined space - but no helmet on.
The pair need not call upon any other support for the remainder of the afternoon, taking control around the breaks and not allowing concentration to waver. Little Guus bounds through the 80's with a series of boundaries, arriving on the verge at 96 as the rain kicks in with play finished for the day.
News arrives of runs galore by Lions at the planetarium with Panasonic and Product finishing in the 90's unbeaten as totals in both games mount, Furious again smites an off side drive over the fence to the rapturous joy of the dancing Bad Girl, now of legal age. Position good all around with health levels fine to bowl as needed tomorrow.
Part 2 - Day 2
Rain is everywhere, not of the destructive type but that which will cause concentration delays. With 321 representing a total that should be beyond, the requirement to capture the ten poles still required considerable application. Furious and Torch giving themselves the best possible chance to make early inroads by building pressure to have Dogs at 3/26 before the first delay.
All other matches presented with obstacles the worst being the 4th XI a complete wash out that is disappointing as the chase would have been a low 200 range at worst. The 3rd XI might get a start around tea time and the 2nd XI nothing until after lunch.
When play in the 2nd XI at Dog Land resumed, Little Guus was able to reach the milestone, Dyno Bells just missed the half century mark and Flegwart joined the Fire Man to belt a few peas around and take some momentum in declaring at 6/252. Myo Kimbo delivered the expected early pole before the ambush laid by the Badge and Dyno Bells ripped the guts from a lame Dog that barely limped to 103, Dyno Bells grabbing six of the finest with Amex in fine support gloving another triple.
Furious and Max1 had given brought double happiness to tea with a pole each when after the break Torch delivered the king pair that was needed to expose the tail. Down below Kitchen Man was wheeling the changes with bowlers responding, No Name and Little Man proving that dominant quicks are valuable with four each and the new comer Dark Lord starting the rot - all out for 184 and the second lot of points secured.
Tail wagging with gusto, denying the efforts of the Lions attack even after Skipper Dick ripped another two having to take the new rock and beckon Furious for a further effort that produced the nick that went down. As the clock ticked into the well past six region and frustrations building, Max1 kept churning through the variations as the final curtain was about to come down with cruel denial. But as all good performances deserve due attention until the very end, the curtain remained hovering as a quicker ball found a full toe and the umpire's extended digit ignited a Lions celebration.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Roy Keane & Responsibility
The heavens opened late on the Thursday to the extent that training option consisted of a sensible outcome - unable, too wet to even contemplate movement around the planet.
Incoming communication flood of stranded Lions on freeways, in traffic, at work and more. Gathered upstairs in the observatory to watch the final stages of test match session before moving into the bowels to review the position before the Dogs arrive, a rather serious position for the entire club where a lot may be gained over the two days.
Ball condition is the topic selected for knowledge installation, Smash giving valuable insight as to the reasons why and how that will apply to all young Lions active on the lower planet. The surface will undoubtedly convert in January to be difficult for the fielding side, all advantages are welcome, even from a heavy sweating Kebab.
A press conference with the Ireland football captain, Roy Keane, where he is persistently badgered about the Thierry Henry hand ball furore is replayed in full rather than the highly exposed seven second grab for news broadcasts. Learn that blame should not be directed at the tragic outcome as responsibility should have been taken by the Irish before so that a result was preserved.
"He should have cleared it. He should have cleared it. He should have defended the ball." Absolutely no doubt in his feelings and non acceptance of laying the blame at others, take the responsibility, complete with a random mobile phone ringing in the back ground to test the patience.
Match day video of Lions in action to check angles, position and balance - Fireman, Dyno Bells. Little Man, Flegwart and Hussler - all quality knowledge shared for continued improvement. Teams announced and all home early to dream of the encounter coming with a downright, weird, Dog.
Incoming communication flood of stranded Lions on freeways, in traffic, at work and more. Gathered upstairs in the observatory to watch the final stages of test match session before moving into the bowels to review the position before the Dogs arrive, a rather serious position for the entire club where a lot may be gained over the two days.
Ball condition is the topic selected for knowledge installation, Smash giving valuable insight as to the reasons why and how that will apply to all young Lions active on the lower planet. The surface will undoubtedly convert in January to be difficult for the fielding side, all advantages are welcome, even from a heavy sweating Kebab.
A press conference with the Ireland football captain, Roy Keane, where he is persistently badgered about the Thierry Henry hand ball furore is replayed in full rather than the highly exposed seven second grab for news broadcasts. Learn that blame should not be directed at the tragic outcome as responsibility should have been taken by the Irish before so that a result was preserved.
"He should have cleared it. He should have cleared it. He should have defended the ball." Absolutely no doubt in his feelings and non acceptance of laying the blame at others, take the responsibility, complete with a random mobile phone ringing in the back ground to test the patience.
Match day video of Lions in action to check angles, position and balance - Fireman, Dyno Bells. Little Man, Flegwart and Hussler - all quality knowledge shared for continued improvement. Teams announced and all home early to dream of the encounter coming with a downright, weird, Dog.
T20 v Rams - Max1 Sweeps In Reverse, Gas Box Delivers The Certainty
Another mid week T20 match, this time away at Ramsville, the Lions having a full list to cover all options as Smash and Max1 return. Bat first on a wicket that gave little concern except determining how long one wanted to stay involved.
Opening partnership of 69 in 7 overs had the floodgates being tested, Skipper Dick was torched by a disinterested Max1 with both at the same end of the pitch, man love evaporated. Gas Box entered the furnace as the circus show commenced with reverse sweeps all over and aimed at the waiting bats in the marquee. Only took 46 balls for the innings of 82 by Max1 exiting in the 13th over, could have been a monster but that will surely come on another day. Many kiddies from South Belgrave made their way to the car park, a pleasant tingle from the sugar rush enough for a school night.
The innings was well set at 3/129 but it was from here that full credit needs to come the way of Gas Box as a demonstration of a sometimes forgotten requirement in T20 unfolded. It consists of shot placement and hard running where the execution and control of a favourite shot, ie: drivinng to the off side / straight zone, can produce repeat runs with minimal risk rather than trying to find the boundary. Gas Box produced a valuable innings of 31 from 26 balls of singles and twos, ensuring there would be no collapse or decline in the run rate. A final over pairing of Dyno Bells and Flegwart pushed the final total to 7/173.
Skipper Dick again ripped out the key stumps in his first over, this time Gale for a duck and from here the run rate never threatened as wickets fell at regular intervals. Max1 was given unnecessary time to throw down the stumps before combining with the Exotic Mauritian to remove the off field friend deceived by the relationship. Torch added a pair of Kings to his imposing wicket album this season as it all dwindled to 9/117. Lions alive in the T20 competition and primed to take the Dogs head on when normal transmission resumes this coming weekend.
Opening partnership of 69 in 7 overs had the floodgates being tested, Skipper Dick was torched by a disinterested Max1 with both at the same end of the pitch, man love evaporated. Gas Box entered the furnace as the circus show commenced with reverse sweeps all over and aimed at the waiting bats in the marquee. Only took 46 balls for the innings of 82 by Max1 exiting in the 13th over, could have been a monster but that will surely come on another day. Many kiddies from South Belgrave made their way to the car park, a pleasant tingle from the sugar rush enough for a school night.
The innings was well set at 3/129 but it was from here that full credit needs to come the way of Gas Box as a demonstration of a sometimes forgotten requirement in T20 unfolded. It consists of shot placement and hard running where the execution and control of a favourite shot, ie: drivinng to the off side / straight zone, can produce repeat runs with minimal risk rather than trying to find the boundary. Gas Box produced a valuable innings of 31 from 26 balls of singles and twos, ensuring there would be no collapse or decline in the run rate. A final over pairing of Dyno Bells and Flegwart pushed the final total to 7/173.
Skipper Dick again ripped out the key stumps in his first over, this time Gale for a duck and from here the run rate never threatened as wickets fell at regular intervals. Max1 was given unnecessary time to throw down the stumps before combining with the Exotic Mauritian to remove the off field friend deceived by the relationship. Torch added a pair of Kings to his imposing wicket album this season as it all dwindled to 9/117. Lions alive in the T20 competition and primed to take the Dogs head on when normal transmission resumes this coming weekend.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Night Of The 100 Runs + 10
The pain that comes with a 0-4 outcome causes serious battles in the deepest recess of logic within the cranium as the endless search for "why" extends beyond the game day. A seriously wet Sunday gave good enough reason to stay indoors and plough through the direct communication with the majority of the playing list to uncover any reasons missed and complete the process of discovery recently started.
Honest questions uncovered a common theme for a desire to complete a task collectively, gain a sense of proper effort amongst the pride of Lions. Suggestion acknowledged and instructions distributed to bring non Lions kit for Tuesday session and plan to be required until 8.30pm. A good way to flush out any that may not see the appeal in a hard session being broadcast through deciding that something else is of importance, absence observed.
Honest questions uncovered a common theme for a desire to complete a task collectively, gain a sense of proper effort amongst the pride of Lions. Suggestion acknowledged and instructions distributed to bring non Lions kit for Tuesday session and plan to be required until 8.30pm. A good way to flush out any that may not see the appeal in a hard session being broadcast through deciding that something else is of importance, absence observed.
Training commenced as normal, turf centre available down low for the senior group to let rip with new balls, nets working as normal and Coach Ash with the batting tutorials. Several polite enquiries as to what was going to happen - stony silence (with a smile) the response. Group assembled, reminded that 0-4 completely unacceptable and even moreso as we lost both games at home and created defeat in games where we entered the last half hour in control. The exact type of game situation that a brave Lion would want to experience, a situation that a conquering outcome delivers a sporting euphoria that no synthetic substance can mimic. That chance has wastefully gone, now is the time to begin the complete cleansing - gather your non descript clothing with bat and come together in central Planet control on the blessed turf which is ours. Here we press the start button to recognise the pride that swells in the chest from the epicentre of our home domain of battle.
Strip out of Lions uniform, adorn ourselves with non descript garments, if failed to bring (poor preparation observed) then turn inside out the Lions badge so none is exposed. Understand that we are to make an offering of effort to take the next step in recovery and while doing so reflect upon those that make the effort of support each week, those that are nourished by the deeds of Lions. It is their oxygen, food and water and should not be deprived through insipidness.
Groups of three established amongst most recent batting order and we embark on the first phase of 25 runs of various stanzas. A late arrival by Cat Shagger causes confusion of group placement, no bat, kit in car, retrun to gather, back to group, go with Panasonic, three becomes a four, slows the group down overall - aarrrgggghh. Ok - run a ten, Mad Dog and Panasonic join to support, collective catch up complete.
Right, 25 down need to sort this out so we stay on message. Cat Shagger and Mad Dog Ginger instructed to act like Krishna and Trishna before surgery, must run together. Spontaneous touching of the tilted heads draws an appreciative sigh from all and an ironic recognition that the pairing depicts the future contest between Lion and Bulldog (Cat and Dog - how sweet) and that these two will be opening partners.
Next 25 completed, curt acknowledgement to the crowd of the 50 milestone but not getting to far ahead of ourselves. Skipper Dick already picked up on the overall task with a nod of appreciation. Little Guus and Max1 counting each run with laser accuracy as they understand how precious every run means.
Move into the 70's with a mixture of simulations in overthrows and fumbles, things that do occur when one spends serious time in the middle. Justin Langer NZ carpark story told in abbreviated form and Sando continually reminded of the direction to face when turning.
Unlike Duran Duran, the Lions blast through the 80's and a cheeky single gets us to 97, one proper blow away from satisfaction, all faces directed towards the adoring crowd to allow a full frontal celebration feeding of the will that pulsates behind the glass every time we play. Stroke of choice to make the three needed and any method of expressiveness in the century milestone is allowed.
Amex takes this to an indulgent level by ripping his skins around his knees in some attempt at a nude up while extending his bat skywards when jumping for joy. Sort of like the Liberty figurine that watches over New York but with a gap of exposed flesh in the middle. And as is the case with Amex, pigeon toes extended, but gracefulness is evident that belies an improved sense of balance which has been observed in recent keeping performances, fully noted - pressure coming on the Exotic Mauritian.
As the exultant joy is restored to normal, all are reminded of recent Lions conquests with the willow by Skipper Dick, Gas Box, Junior Cat Shagger, Mad Dog Ginger and Max1 in that when the ton grows beyond the advantage swings massively in our favour.
Hungry Lions accept the extra meat and off we go for ten more to establish the next phase of dominance. Back now to central Planet control, proud of an achievement under the glint emanatng from a watchful Jag by the sight screen. Remove non descript and adorn ourselves with the warranted Lions armour for the battle ahead, we are now ready as an offering of substance is validated.
Footnote: Interesting that in the immediate aftermath, Little Guus and Kebab deliver with tons, Panasonic and Product get 95 not out - evidence that old school for young Lions still has reason for application.
Race off to Como Park, South Yarra for the launch of The Ashes, Gideon Haigh's latest fund raiser for the Yarras masquerading as a literary event, heavily pregnant Charlotte managing the finances while the Tragic signs endless copies. The walk down the hill revives so many memories of this once wonderful cricket arena that has since the glory days of the 90's deteriorated due to council inactivity. Still so much personal significance, the birth place of ResultsVault on the balcony being prominent. Even though I am late, still get a chance to glimpse Eddie Perfect and connect with the Molloy family, expected limp handshake from Mick sapped of strength as the Richo departure is still an emotional burden to be lifted.
Books purchased and signed, a few moments to scan honour boards and photos of past glories - a reminder of the alluring attraction of this great game.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Vardichin - Cricket's Favourite BookFace www.cricket.com.au
There are many methods over the years that athletes have followed to achieve superior levels of fitness. Percy Cerutty recognised as the doyen of guru's, master trainer of Herb Elliot in the 60's - weightlifting, eat vegies and run plenty under duress. The Spartan 300 workout has had a resurgence through the YouTube generation. However, to learn about Shoaib Akhtar undergoing liposuction, that does grab the attention nodes by the sensitive spot - safe to click the link, the image is a gem. This latest foray of Shoaib into medical strangeness following the recent disclosure of genital warts being responsible for his non-selection in the World T20.
Shoaib, if ever there was a case for a classic Coodabeen it would be him. Promised so much but inevitably reduced to a handful of obscure highlights as he descends into the Michael Jackson pit of sport zaniness.
Over recent Monday's the Tan running group has quietly been grinding away, a workload that gives serious challenge with incline repeats up the Anderson Hill for 15 mins and the 8km fartlek. Pirate and Dyno Bells obtaining great benefit and the Domestic Selector, apart from one lapse of direction when thrown into confusion by a mass of rampaging lawyers, has been admirable in her determination.
However in Lionsville we have at the moment an urgent need to support one of our favourites in Vardichin. An introductory season to the Lions galaxy in 08/09 saw the laconic all rounder take 38 wickets @ 13 with a strike rate of a wicket every 23 balls and smash 175 runs at 19. One amazing match against the Kangaroos had match figures of 12/71 and innings of 43 and 27 in a tremendous victory that also fell just short of an outright.
Encouraged by these performances and the determination to beat the 4 minute mark in the 1km time trial, Vardichin attacked pre season with determined vigor. The hard work paying off with a remarkable transformation from a lumpy outer casing to a sleek new model with defined facial features.
So much of an impact has he had within the sport that we are now entering the seventh consecutive week where his BookFace image is still prominent on the Cricket Australia home page in the "Become A Fan" tile.
However, as of this point with good form already, a random injury has materialised. Batting at training, No Name unleashed a full thunder bolt which crunched the top of the left foot that was probing for position to drive. A visit to Box Hill Hospital and remedial therapy over the last two weeks has not produced a satisfactory recovery as of yet so we enter a delicate phase.
Despite this, Vardichin does not slink away into his own personal misery and sulk over poor fortune. He attends at every moment, ensuring the BremVardi feast is still on schedule and supports the Lions all over. Let us get behind this great warrior to keep spirits high and bring closer the time where he can return to the field of beastly contest.
Shoaib, if ever there was a case for a classic Coodabeen it would be him. Promised so much but inevitably reduced to a handful of obscure highlights as he descends into the Michael Jackson pit of sport zaniness.
Over recent Monday's the Tan running group has quietly been grinding away, a workload that gives serious challenge with incline repeats up the Anderson Hill for 15 mins and the 8km fartlek. Pirate and Dyno Bells obtaining great benefit and the Domestic Selector, apart from one lapse of direction when thrown into confusion by a mass of rampaging lawyers, has been admirable in her determination.
However in Lionsville we have at the moment an urgent need to support one of our favourites in Vardichin. An introductory season to the Lions galaxy in 08/09 saw the laconic all rounder take 38 wickets @ 13 with a strike rate of a wicket every 23 balls and smash 175 runs at 19. One amazing match against the Kangaroos had match figures of 12/71 and innings of 43 and 27 in a tremendous victory that also fell just short of an outright.
Encouraged by these performances and the determination to beat the 4 minute mark in the 1km time trial, Vardichin attacked pre season with determined vigor. The hard work paying off with a remarkable transformation from a lumpy outer casing to a sleek new model with defined facial features.
So much of an impact has he had within the sport that we are now entering the seventh consecutive week where his BookFace image is still prominent on the Cricket Australia home page in the "Become A Fan" tile.
However, as of this point with good form already, a random injury has materialised. Batting at training, No Name unleashed a full thunder bolt which crunched the top of the left foot that was probing for position to drive. A visit to Box Hill Hospital and remedial therapy over the last two weeks has not produced a satisfactory recovery as of yet so we enter a delicate phase.
Despite this, Vardichin does not slink away into his own personal misery and sulk over poor fortune. He attends at every moment, ensuring the BremVardi feast is still on schedule and supports the Lions all over. Let us get behind this great warrior to keep spirits high and bring closer the time where he can return to the field of beastly contest.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Round 7 - Lions v Tigers, Day 2 (0-4) - Ghastly, Shocking & Problematic
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Wednesday, November 25, 2009
T20 v Northcote - No Training Just Killing Dragons, Again
Mid week T20 arrives, game forced to move down bottom as the other carpet (real turf) has arrived and been planted on the main Planet surface where we should be able to train in a short period of time. Credit to installers as all looks in good quality, confirmed at a later stage by the Small Man as he calls upon his green keeping credentials.
Skipper Dick casually approaches the group busily warming up on the side, nobody had noticed he arrived in full maroon regalia, tossed and declared we are batting with 150 the target. Different look to the team with many of the 1st XI players unavailable, Smash at the G on 12th man duties and Max1 having to face Death in Canberra. That is correct, Death - Nick Death a promising young left arm quick from the Hussey backyard of Wanneroo now plying his trade for the ACT in pursuit of future glory after initially breaking through as a WA Rookie. Death has a profession as a digital mapper, what a useful combination if the name is applied. Max1 will return,now he has "avoided Death" added to the list of experience.
Plenty of wides are offered from a slippery furball in the first over before he starts to belt a few through off and with Little Guus they move the score past the half century. Little Guus then belts a few over the chainmesh into the fans, a treble of zaks in fact. Gas Box and Fearsome upped the rate after a slow start, both fell in succession leaving Mad Dog Ginger to run himself ragged and force feed the strike to Moose who delivered with 31 from 12 balls faced - a final total of 4/167.
Skipper Dick very shrewdly assessed the white ball was doing a bit so decided to open with the pace off pair of Dyno Bells and himself that had the desired effect at 2/19. Some calm was restored to the Dragons chase, some would suggest even carnage as the first delivery from Flegwart was thumped into the forestry of Templestowe. However in the time it took for the ball to return, Flegwart had concocted a genius plan, throw it up again, another tempter. It worked as the edge was taken by a backward diving, double twist with forward pike Mauritian.
From here it all went bang, smash, demolish as first Torch and the Badge each crashed the stumps, Flegwart threw down direct from the boundary and in a finishing move with Fearsome the new spin duo wrecked the remainder. All out for 121 and the percentage boost puts the Lions back in the hunt for this exciting format of the game.
Skipper Dick casually approaches the group busily warming up on the side, nobody had noticed he arrived in full maroon regalia, tossed and declared we are batting with 150 the target. Different look to the team with many of the 1st XI players unavailable, Smash at the G on 12th man duties and Max1 having to face Death in Canberra. That is correct, Death - Nick Death a promising young left arm quick from the Hussey backyard of Wanneroo now plying his trade for the ACT in pursuit of future glory after initially breaking through as a WA Rookie. Death has a profession as a digital mapper, what a useful combination if the name is applied. Max1 will return,now he has "avoided Death" added to the list of experience.
Plenty of wides are offered from a slippery furball in the first over before he starts to belt a few through off and with Little Guus they move the score past the half century. Little Guus then belts a few over the chainmesh into the fans, a treble of zaks in fact. Gas Box and Fearsome upped the rate after a slow start, both fell in succession leaving Mad Dog Ginger to run himself ragged and force feed the strike to Moose who delivered with 31 from 12 balls faced - a final total of 4/167.
Skipper Dick very shrewdly assessed the white ball was doing a bit so decided to open with the pace off pair of Dyno Bells and himself that had the desired effect at 2/19. Some calm was restored to the Dragons chase, some would suggest even carnage as the first delivery from Flegwart was thumped into the forestry of Templestowe. However in the time it took for the ball to return, Flegwart had concocted a genius plan, throw it up again, another tempter. It worked as the edge was taken by a backward diving, double twist with forward pike Mauritian.
From here it all went bang, smash, demolish as first Torch and the Badge each crashed the stumps, Flegwart threw down direct from the boundary and in a finishing move with Fearsome the new spin duo wrecked the remainder. All out for 121 and the percentage boost puts the Lions back in the hunt for this exciting format of the game.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Round 7 - Lions v Tigers Day 1, Bowling Everywhere
Friday before Tiger starts with a series of upper level confusion in the midst as with the national level players returing home and mixed messages being sent to the states by the selectors (NSP - yes Merv, you and your mates that don't have Foxtel) with Manou allowed in SA and McDonald not in Vic (despite not playing a match on tour - don't try to work through the logic, a mind like a pretzel is required). How this impacts the Lions is that if McDonald gets cleared and plays Max1 returns to our starting XI which creates a cascading effect down the chain. End result being the possibility that one slumbering Lion Cub, dreaming of Tiger conquests, may receive the news that he is to be rotated out.
Anyway come 8.30pm on Friday no news received. Enquiry made to higher level gives an update that nothing can be confirmed until the morning, expected to be by 9.00am. Great, this adds another layer of match day complexity and possible disruption. Text message sent to Skipper Dick (hate this sort of communication on game eve that can cause waste of emotional energy) and head home from BBQ in Mooroolbark with the touring Austrians.
Daylight, wake up early and cross road to new cafe for the heavy caffeine fix wearing my new Lionel Messi Barcelona shirt (cheap Chines replica purchased on tour by youngest son, fits so snug for a XXXXL) and make a poor attempt at reading the sports pages waiting for the phone call.
9.00am - nothing
9.10am - nothing
9.20am - nothing
9.28am - kit packed, moving through house getting stuff together, need to make a comfort stop - what happens whilst mid activity - phone rings, message left
9.31am - as punching in number for message Skipper Dick calls - no news, have message, will call back pronto.
9.32am - play message, all clear, Max1 stays in and no changes required - deep exhale. Information conveyed and off to Punt Road we journey.
Arrive at Punt Road to find lost Jayme (helper for Alycia) unable to locate an entrance. Past experience of no use to me as I go in the normal (but wrong) direction to learn that Punt Road actual now has a hole in the fence for entering. Ok, this now done and proper introductions for Jayme to the group, warm up completed in verty humid conditions with zillions of swarming mites that clog the sweated brow. Max1 leaping around like a playful hound, another day of sideline support for him. Toss done and opposition inserted, seems a good call as Furious breaks through in the first over.
Resident Emo, out with a damaged fetlock, takes command of the scorers bench with Roger having to receive a tow home for vehicle changeover. The lad with western heritage keeps all entries neat as I take over with Big Robbo having every possible cricket match in the universe covered. As Moose takes the second, I have a chance to properly observe the arena from a different viewpoint with the social club now demolished and the portable palace in place. The actual surroundings are quite effective, even though temporary in nature and the Tigers need to be commended for their efforts here.
Contact around the grounds uncover the Lions are bowling everywhere but most pitches are not as green as the one we are viewing. Torch comes on as the Badge has completed his first spell that gave enough encouragement, especially since most of the balls were delivered to Blizzard. A few half chances to the Torch give early hope but it is not until later in the midst of the afternoon that he takes his first and will finish with a bag of five.
MyoKimbo has crashed through the Tiger middle at home and with Dyno Bells locking down one end should be able to get a grip. Lions at Central finding it difficult, missing the containing skills of Vardichin and we may have got the spin mix not quite right here. Brigadier Mitchell laments all day from scoring position that conditions are beyond ideal for batting.
Leave for the Planet with the Tigers establishing a middle order foundation and the attack missing Max1 spin wizardry, suitable deck for his ability and mental note made about review decision to send opposition in when he is absent. Wait in rooms as 2nd XI enter, scoreboard looks to have been hammered in the recent half hour and the despondent nature of the multiple cap throwers as they enter support this. Runs leaked from 5/120 to 5/231 with much lock down effort needed.
Down bottom, effective rotations including DKP have turned the Tigers from 1/119 to 8/185 but some late hitting (edges) gets them to 249. Xavier Boy shares the poles with Flash Jack, both claiming three with low economy rate as well (pity at a later stage they both shared the same score with the stick - quack).
Dyno Bells doing his best to control the runs on top, eventually Fireman and a returning MyoKimbo knock over the remainder for 349 in the last over - would have been handy to batted for a few overs tonight.
Incoming report from Punt Road tells of a fight back from Tiger, mentally frustrating in that the main willow wielder is a charming fellow that I employ. We are unable to press the button fully with the 3rd XI in the same boat and a total of 300+ is the challenge, both teams not yet totally out.
Wonderful outcome that the Torch has bagged a five for, his second time in only nine 1st XI games bodes well for the future. Has paid greater attention to fitness this season, body is much stronger and is developing a pattern that when he can get through 20+ overs at a controlled run rate the wickets do fall his way. Here is hoping that the Torch does not succumb to any unforeseen injury as his best is needed at the moment.
Anyway come 8.30pm on Friday no news received. Enquiry made to higher level gives an update that nothing can be confirmed until the morning, expected to be by 9.00am. Great, this adds another layer of match day complexity and possible disruption. Text message sent to Skipper Dick (hate this sort of communication on game eve that can cause waste of emotional energy) and head home from BBQ in Mooroolbark with the touring Austrians.
Daylight, wake up early and cross road to new cafe for the heavy caffeine fix wearing my new Lionel Messi Barcelona shirt (cheap Chines replica purchased on tour by youngest son, fits so snug for a XXXXL) and make a poor attempt at reading the sports pages waiting for the phone call.
9.00am - nothing
9.10am - nothing
9.20am - nothing
9.28am - kit packed, moving through house getting stuff together, need to make a comfort stop - what happens whilst mid activity - phone rings, message left
9.31am - as punching in number for message Skipper Dick calls - no news, have message, will call back pronto.
9.32am - play message, all clear, Max1 stays in and no changes required - deep exhale. Information conveyed and off to Punt Road we journey.
Arrive at Punt Road to find lost Jayme (helper for Alycia) unable to locate an entrance. Past experience of no use to me as I go in the normal (but wrong) direction to learn that Punt Road actual now has a hole in the fence for entering. Ok, this now done and proper introductions for Jayme to the group, warm up completed in verty humid conditions with zillions of swarming mites that clog the sweated brow. Max1 leaping around like a playful hound, another day of sideline support for him. Toss done and opposition inserted, seems a good call as Furious breaks through in the first over.
Resident Emo, out with a damaged fetlock, takes command of the scorers bench with Roger having to receive a tow home for vehicle changeover. The lad with western heritage keeps all entries neat as I take over with Big Robbo having every possible cricket match in the universe covered. As Moose takes the second, I have a chance to properly observe the arena from a different viewpoint with the social club now demolished and the portable palace in place. The actual surroundings are quite effective, even though temporary in nature and the Tigers need to be commended for their efforts here.
Contact around the grounds uncover the Lions are bowling everywhere but most pitches are not as green as the one we are viewing. Torch comes on as the Badge has completed his first spell that gave enough encouragement, especially since most of the balls were delivered to Blizzard. A few half chances to the Torch give early hope but it is not until later in the midst of the afternoon that he takes his first and will finish with a bag of five.
MyoKimbo has crashed through the Tiger middle at home and with Dyno Bells locking down one end should be able to get a grip. Lions at Central finding it difficult, missing the containing skills of Vardichin and we may have got the spin mix not quite right here. Brigadier Mitchell laments all day from scoring position that conditions are beyond ideal for batting.
Leave for the Planet with the Tigers establishing a middle order foundation and the attack missing Max1 spin wizardry, suitable deck for his ability and mental note made about review decision to send opposition in when he is absent. Wait in rooms as 2nd XI enter, scoreboard looks to have been hammered in the recent half hour and the despondent nature of the multiple cap throwers as they enter support this. Runs leaked from 5/120 to 5/231 with much lock down effort needed.
Down bottom, effective rotations including DKP have turned the Tigers from 1/119 to 8/185 but some late hitting (edges) gets them to 249. Xavier Boy shares the poles with Flash Jack, both claiming three with low economy rate as well (pity at a later stage they both shared the same score with the stick - quack).
Dyno Bells doing his best to control the runs on top, eventually Fireman and a returning MyoKimbo knock over the remainder for 349 in the last over - would have been handy to batted for a few overs tonight.
Incoming report from Punt Road tells of a fight back from Tiger, mentally frustrating in that the main willow wielder is a charming fellow that I employ. We are unable to press the button fully with the 3rd XI in the same boat and a total of 300+ is the challenge, both teams not yet totally out.
Wonderful outcome that the Torch has bagged a five for, his second time in only nine 1st XI games bodes well for the future. Has paid greater attention to fitness this season, body is much stronger and is developing a pattern that when he can get through 20+ overs at a controlled run rate the wickets do fall his way. Here is hoping that the Torch does not succumb to any unforeseen injury as his best is needed at the moment.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Cats In The Jungle With Affection, The Birth Of Tom Sonic
The heat intensifies as the headlines from the rubbish paper scream (in virtual withdrawal now that they don't have steady diet of Fevola headlines) all sorts of fear due to the mercury being in the 30+ range for more than a few days straight. Hold me back from belting out the door to the nearest Clive Peeters to take advantage of 700+ interest free days for some sweat shop produced, plastic cooling utensil that gobbles up power at a ridiculously inefficient rate for a moment of cool self indulgence.
This does not deter the Monday Tan Warriors with Dyno Bells pumping out a low 17 minute circuit, the Domestic Selector comes in at the 22 minute mark - but hey, she is having a decent crack despite the easy option of sitting out. Application in place, a quality required by all Lions as the Tiger is rebounding from a Hawk embarassment.
Tuesday is settled as the time for the senior group to gather at the Manningham Lions Den for the establishment of rules and expectations, to put the correction process in place after the cricket management committee meeting. Legends Harvey and Watts are introduced personally and Skipper Dick is admirable in his passion and eloquence. A willingness to take responsibility for the correct course through the momentary storm. Head directly to the Planet where DKP has the remainder of the group under guidance with skill errors of bat or bal penalised with correctional running. Panasonic, Gasbox and the Exotic Mauritian join for extra activity.
Prior to the session, confirmation was received from Tiger coach J-Lo granting permission for the Lions to train on turf at Punt Road for the Wednesday. Ironic in the timing of the combatant clubs but a welcome gesture to allow us a reminder of what a proper net session entails.
So Wednesday we pack up the caravan in search of turf and the lush grass expanses of Punt Road seem a heavenly oasis. Legs are given a reminder of what a heavy ground feels like and balls belted with fierceness by Tom Tom and Max1 struggle to make the middle of the ground. Lots of balls struck, good heart and spirit with the gut busting gauntlet introduced as the finishing move - a fielding delight that exposed any lack of intensity, file for future repeat. Jester arrives late (was known before and allowed for), padded up and balls thrown from a weary shoulder. Over a hundred balls of various types with runs in between should be an investment for a performance.
This does not deter the Monday Tan Warriors with Dyno Bells pumping out a low 17 minute circuit, the Domestic Selector comes in at the 22 minute mark - but hey, she is having a decent crack despite the easy option of sitting out. Application in place, a quality required by all Lions as the Tiger is rebounding from a Hawk embarassment.
Tuesday is settled as the time for the senior group to gather at the Manningham Lions Den for the establishment of rules and expectations, to put the correction process in place after the cricket management committee meeting. Legends Harvey and Watts are introduced personally and Skipper Dick is admirable in his passion and eloquence. A willingness to take responsibility for the correct course through the momentary storm. Head directly to the Planet where DKP has the remainder of the group under guidance with skill errors of bat or bal penalised with correctional running. Panasonic, Gasbox and the Exotic Mauritian join for extra activity.
Prior to the session, confirmation was received from Tiger coach J-Lo granting permission for the Lions to train on turf at Punt Road for the Wednesday. Ironic in the timing of the combatant clubs but a welcome gesture to allow us a reminder of what a proper net session entails.
So Wednesday we pack up the caravan in search of turf and the lush grass expanses of Punt Road seem a heavenly oasis. Legs are given a reminder of what a heavy ground feels like and balls belted with fierceness by Tom Tom and Max1 struggle to make the middle of the ground. Lots of balls struck, good heart and spirit with the gut busting gauntlet introduced as the finishing move - a fielding delight that exposed any lack of intensity, file for future repeat. Jester arrives late (was known before and allowed for), padded up and balls thrown from a weary shoulder. Over a hundred balls of various types with runs in between should be an investment for a performance.
Thursday and back to the Planet, a few sets of the Lions 300 at a managed pace to get the adrenalin flowing. Time to return to the main arena with the far end now a proper coating of green. A short burst of heat has started to wither the lower level, it seems as though the sparseness may set in earlier this season. Split the main group in half with Skipper Dick handling the catching variations, the author the pairs ground fielding with returns to directions from the Mauritian (followed by Amex).
Requirement on the pairs to achieve a series of six phases without blemish that needed a few false starts to get going. One false start being a case of mistaken identity with Panasonic referred to as Tom Tom in a call. Sorting through this visual dilemna, at closer inspection it may appear that due to a recent reduction in cardio activity, Panasonic has gained wider proportions. Tom Sonic, the first lion cub of sameness and in breeding is now born.
Groups changeover, Vardichin struck on the toe and despatched for x-rays with little hope due to excessive hobbling. Max1 arrives with good news that he is included in the Bushrangers 12 again. Clock passes half of six and this creates changes unexpected, but with the ability to handle. Recalibration of team balance sorted, session done and connect with those impacted.
Most weeks the task of giving reasons for change far outweigh the good news giving, over time this does take a toll on the emotions. Under the aged branches of the tree which guards the hard wickets, I join Skipper Dick to give The Badge the news that he is to make his debut in the 1st XI this weekend. The news received with some astonishment and a wide eyed look of disbelief. Assurances given it is real, kit packed up and move to the big end of town for finalising of details. Traffic Light Party now has a new venue off site (Manningham) due to carpet restoration which is great if we were an indoor carpet bowling club but from last check we are still an elite (!) cricket club (polite dig to those in control of such matters).
Game sense delivered, Captains Under Pressure the theme, purpose to calm the inner captain within and allow those in control the proper support to act on tactics, strategy and direction.
Head home with Vardichin still waiting at Box Hill for diagnosis, the news is looking bleaker than initially thought. At least it won't damage the cosmetic gains and require a change in his BookFace status, he has been on the Cricket Australia home page for over a week now.
Bring on the Tiger, I think we are ready to return venom.
T20 v Kangaroos (2-2 split), Rd 1
With barely any time to think, ponder, breathe or rest - T20 kicks in for the first time this season with all four grades in action at Schramms Reserve against North Melbourne. Sensible scheduling by the controllers and a welcome situation for the Lions to show their finest at home on a delightfully hot Sunday. Good enough weather to suggest that the ambient Lion fan with the glorious hair (he version of Paulini) will attend at some stage adorned with obligatory singlet top.
Beginning of events works well with the Lions batting first in both matches. Tom Tom left his head elsewhere early to be followed by a steady stream of double figures with none able to push beyond. The only exception being Gasbox who struck many a lusty blow until the decision to use the outer edge allowed a miss that led to his stumping for 38, a final total of 9/140 looking light.
Vardichin given the impact role did not let his fans down, getting to 21 rapidly giving support to Vault Pole who saw the innings out at 127, again possibly light. Vault Pole starting to gain a reputation for obstinate batting that delivers, evidence that the package within can reveal a nugget if unwrapped.
Fireman traps a Roo in front with the first bullet and ends the first over at 1/1. Myo Kimbo unable to continue the pressure and rested after two overs with a wagon wheel of excess lines but did enter the game with a catch from the Torch. Change of bowling types with spin having an impact everywhere, batsmen inventing extravagant modes of self dismissal. In the end the 2nd XI lose on the last ball with one run needed and the 4th XI win by bowling out the Roos with Tomahawk ripping out the last three poles.
Temperature has cranked up a few notches, Big Lions bat first and spend most of the time in recovery mode after too many self inflicted exits including a trifecta of avoidable run outs - 105 never enough and covered in the 14th over. One pleasing aspect though was the sight of Furious in genuine rapid approach and a decent bouncer given as well.
Meanwhile Kebab smacks through the off side while Junior Cat Shagger, Sweet Heat and Radio get reasonable starts to keep the flow at level required. The Badge starts the rot, spinning mix of Flash Jack and Desperate in the middle destroy any resistance for No Name to apply the final guillotine move - all out in the 16th to continue the recent trend of form.
Beginning of events works well with the Lions batting first in both matches. Tom Tom left his head elsewhere early to be followed by a steady stream of double figures with none able to push beyond. The only exception being Gasbox who struck many a lusty blow until the decision to use the outer edge allowed a miss that led to his stumping for 38, a final total of 9/140 looking light.
Vardichin given the impact role did not let his fans down, getting to 21 rapidly giving support to Vault Pole who saw the innings out at 127, again possibly light. Vault Pole starting to gain a reputation for obstinate batting that delivers, evidence that the package within can reveal a nugget if unwrapped.
Fireman traps a Roo in front with the first bullet and ends the first over at 1/1. Myo Kimbo unable to continue the pressure and rested after two overs with a wagon wheel of excess lines but did enter the game with a catch from the Torch. Change of bowling types with spin having an impact everywhere, batsmen inventing extravagant modes of self dismissal. In the end the 2nd XI lose on the last ball with one run needed and the 4th XI win by bowling out the Roos with Tomahawk ripping out the last three poles.
Temperature has cranked up a few notches, Big Lions bat first and spend most of the time in recovery mode after too many self inflicted exits including a trifecta of avoidable run outs - 105 never enough and covered in the 14th over. One pleasing aspect though was the sight of Furious in genuine rapid approach and a decent bouncer given as well.
Meanwhile Kebab smacks through the off side while Junior Cat Shagger, Sweet Heat and Radio get reasonable starts to keep the flow at level required. The Badge starts the rot, spinning mix of Flash Jack and Desperate in the middle destroy any resistance for No Name to apply the final guillotine move - all out in the 16th to continue the recent trend of form.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Round 6 Lions v Bombers, Day 2 (2-2 split) - Furious Fires Up & Kebab Kracks
Glorious, piercing, welcome heat. Skies of clarity that allow all cream wearing combatants to dream with comfort and not have to keep one ear out for the pitter patter of precipitation.
Max1 elevated into Bushranger 12, an exercise that reveals communication complications but all is in place my mid afternoon. Unlikely to play but involvement should be of value, a late start will allow normal pre match involvement with the Lions.
Youngest son recently returned from month long tour in China as the chaperone for a group of sixty somethings and learns that among many things - there are cities in the world more populated in Australia, Sando has continued to improve and the arrival of young T Williams is imminent. Enquiries about another M Johnston could also add to the northern procession of talent to the orbit of Planet Schramms.
Slayer release freshly purchased with remainder of Shocking triumph, slipped straight into the slot for the 45 minute drive - pure bliss, Snuff is a stand out. Let your ears be blistered by the sonic assault that is disturbing but deliciously wicked.
All on game day morning in place, Domestic Selector heading off for an overnight on the Blues train - aghast at the thought of another cricket intensive weekend but fondest of wishes for all. World free slurpee day at 7/11 - expected heat should guarantee the melt down of the melted ice machines from teenage hysteria for free sugar based fluids.
Warm up complete at the Planet, quick rinse and dash across town to Windy Hill to observe the Furious and Small Man (freshly waxed fetlocks) who have the run rate in check, the Small Man claims the second pole as he crashes to the ground with the reflex dive that deflects onto the stumps - run out and please replace the divot.
Phone check into central command - triple Lions debacle with Skipper Dick and Panasonic called upon earlier than expected. Fireman grabs a ripper in his left claw at full prone thrust (a new dance move for Mad Dog Ginger in wrangler mode), Myo Kimbo chimes in with a nick to extend his wicket taking streak. Unable to create any further incision before lunch, shade and liquid sought to replenish as the heat kicks in - decision made to inject The Badge after the break. Panasonic departed with cranial spasm (the first of the day) but Jester has locked down - 4/120 at lunch.
Short trip to Jason Moran reserve, cringe as we pass the dead spot before parking in a safe open space. DKP Squad King has rock in mitt delivering the boa constrictor to allow young MJ to settle with his subtle wrist variations. All land well, an early pole the result but unfortunately some ordinary fielding limits the pressure and other opportunities. Should be capable of rapid improvement at a higher level. Not a lot of support in these frightening surrounds, stack this nightmare to the back of the mind young Lions, is does get better.
Back to the Windy Hill arena, Mad Dog Ginger given full description of the fly fishing expedition where no bites for MDG but the floating pelican nearby was enjoying a gobful. Serene and clear thoughts installed as The Badge has delivered first up - nick, juggle, held, yesssss. Another one comes to The Badge in a spell that commanded watchful respect with an ability to deliver a heavy ball.
Kitchen Man with inspired timing gives Kebab an early chance, delivers the break through to start the wickets tumbling 0/76 becomes 6/120 as Vardichin and Kitchen Man change the context of the contest. Fearsome starting to exert an increase on the scoring rate with Skipper Dick as total gets to high hundreds, momentum starting to swing to the Lions.
Furious has the next crack after drinks, stands tall at the top of the mark, visualises the desired bolt of thunder, locks, loads and rumbles in. Nine balls, all done, all finished - game over! Skipper Dick departs just as another century looms, the start of the end as Lions give nothing else as Fearsome quickly followed, tail of woe that starts in the abdomen giving cause for due concern and points handed over - to the visiting team.
No Name cleans up the detritus, a target of 180 is set from 28 overs that may appear not too kind but the solid whacking by Kebab into the off nether regions ensures confusion in the field. Gasbox falls to the old crap, waist high, full toss trick - caught at mid on with far too much choice clouding the senses for efficient execution - 1/61 but chase well on the way. Kebab smacks another boundary to pass 50 again to fall just before the 100 total passed. Slight middle order disruption, Flash Jack to a blinder just as the entourage came rolling down the hill - never mind, Radio and Sarge steer the innings on course with thoughtful placement and timing. Total reached, ten points in the kit.
Barwon Express flogged, lucky saved on the rest. Looking forward to peeling off the maroon polyester armour to clean, wash and get ready to put the maroon polyester armour back on tomorrow. A couple of ice cold beverages soothe the parched throat, mindless movie (Wolverine - cracking battle scene at the end) and all other results absorbed, several of which have been kind creating a logjam in the middle - time to fix our middle. Could this be an omen.
Max1 elevated into Bushranger 12, an exercise that reveals communication complications but all is in place my mid afternoon. Unlikely to play but involvement should be of value, a late start will allow normal pre match involvement with the Lions.
Youngest son recently returned from month long tour in China as the chaperone for a group of sixty somethings and learns that among many things - there are cities in the world more populated in Australia, Sando has continued to improve and the arrival of young T Williams is imminent. Enquiries about another M Johnston could also add to the northern procession of talent to the orbit of Planet Schramms.
Slayer release freshly purchased with remainder of Shocking triumph, slipped straight into the slot for the 45 minute drive - pure bliss, Snuff is a stand out. Let your ears be blistered by the sonic assault that is disturbing but deliciously wicked.
All on game day morning in place, Domestic Selector heading off for an overnight on the Blues train - aghast at the thought of another cricket intensive weekend but fondest of wishes for all. World free slurpee day at 7/11 - expected heat should guarantee the melt down of the melted ice machines from teenage hysteria for free sugar based fluids.
Warm up complete at the Planet, quick rinse and dash across town to Windy Hill to observe the Furious and Small Man (freshly waxed fetlocks) who have the run rate in check, the Small Man claims the second pole as he crashes to the ground with the reflex dive that deflects onto the stumps - run out and please replace the divot.
Phone check into central command - triple Lions debacle with Skipper Dick and Panasonic called upon earlier than expected. Fireman grabs a ripper in his left claw at full prone thrust (a new dance move for Mad Dog Ginger in wrangler mode), Myo Kimbo chimes in with a nick to extend his wicket taking streak. Unable to create any further incision before lunch, shade and liquid sought to replenish as the heat kicks in - decision made to inject The Badge after the break. Panasonic departed with cranial spasm (the first of the day) but Jester has locked down - 4/120 at lunch.
Short trip to Jason Moran reserve, cringe as we pass the dead spot before parking in a safe open space. DKP Squad King has rock in mitt delivering the boa constrictor to allow young MJ to settle with his subtle wrist variations. All land well, an early pole the result but unfortunately some ordinary fielding limits the pressure and other opportunities. Should be capable of rapid improvement at a higher level. Not a lot of support in these frightening surrounds, stack this nightmare to the back of the mind young Lions, is does get better.
Back to the Windy Hill arena, Mad Dog Ginger given full description of the fly fishing expedition where no bites for MDG but the floating pelican nearby was enjoying a gobful. Serene and clear thoughts installed as The Badge has delivered first up - nick, juggle, held, yesssss. Another one comes to The Badge in a spell that commanded watchful respect with an ability to deliver a heavy ball.
Kitchen Man with inspired timing gives Kebab an early chance, delivers the break through to start the wickets tumbling 0/76 becomes 6/120 as Vardichin and Kitchen Man change the context of the contest. Fearsome starting to exert an increase on the scoring rate with Skipper Dick as total gets to high hundreds, momentum starting to swing to the Lions.
Furious has the next crack after drinks, stands tall at the top of the mark, visualises the desired bolt of thunder, locks, loads and rumbles in. Nine balls, all done, all finished - game over! Skipper Dick departs just as another century looms, the start of the end as Lions give nothing else as Fearsome quickly followed, tail of woe that starts in the abdomen giving cause for due concern and points handed over - to the visiting team.
No Name cleans up the detritus, a target of 180 is set from 28 overs that may appear not too kind but the solid whacking by Kebab into the off nether regions ensures confusion in the field. Gasbox falls to the old crap, waist high, full toss trick - caught at mid on with far too much choice clouding the senses for efficient execution - 1/61 but chase well on the way. Kebab smacks another boundary to pass 50 again to fall just before the 100 total passed. Slight middle order disruption, Flash Jack to a blinder just as the entourage came rolling down the hill - never mind, Radio and Sarge steer the innings on course with thoughtful placement and timing. Total reached, ten points in the kit.
Barwon Express flogged, lucky saved on the rest. Looking forward to peeling off the maroon polyester armour to clean, wash and get ready to put the maroon polyester armour back on tomorrow. A couple of ice cold beverages soothe the parched throat, mindless movie (Wolverine - cracking battle scene at the end) and all other results absorbed, several of which have been kind creating a logjam in the middle - time to fix our middle. Could this be an omen.
Friday, November 6, 2009
New Age Method With Mobile Video
Incredible irony comes in many forms. Derby Day gone with several reasonable tips in place, the early start for Shocking victory missed the jump, clawed back with Faint Perfume next and forgot about Eagle Falls in the excitement of the Mad Dog Ginger ton. Loaded up on Shocking in the Cup to gave the wallet some weight. Lightened today though when the Mavs throw a lead on the road to be stung by the Hornets.
All was going well with some time for proper reflection away from the Planet, a minor invasion from Head Office due to a behaviour incident sorted in our favour and the ongoing club love with the Two Blues over another behaviour issue handled accordingly. Leash may need to be tightened for a few Lions to focus purely on the numbers rather than a huff and puff fairy tale.
Brings us now to Thursday pre Bomber Day 2. Max1 back from time travelling in Hong Kong to slay some Duke rocks on a ground no larger than our car park. Getting smashed for 26 in an over with the consolation of a wicket some achievement - do the maths on that one.
Turf central was contemplated but just too sticky for serious batting, hit ups to load up on content and diagonal fielding drills with Amex calling the return target. Mixture of standard but plenty of quantity with the new rocks to sort out the chinks in the system. Smash politely enquires about available bowlers and happy to oblige with many options, do feel more comfortable in preparation when present.
Groups change over with the order to bring full kit and mobile phones! New age method at connecting to the younger Lions with the application of personal technology for voyeuristic advancement, what a shame that BakeFace was an apology due to school exams (or was he on the Punt at Flemington? - check his status, awfully quiet of late). Three tasks for cricket - batting, bowling and fielding with the instruction to film yourself with partner using your phone. After the initial hesitancy all seemed to flow brilliantly with some amazing levels of technical equipment on display and promises of blue tooth pigeons circulated amongst all with Fifi and AshMo being the budding Scorcese apprentice types.
All done, early finish to keep things fresher than the fruit stalls at the QV Market. T20 squads given a cursory overview, we have state issues possibly impacting that will not be fully known until day next.
All was going well with some time for proper reflection away from the Planet, a minor invasion from Head Office due to a behaviour incident sorted in our favour and the ongoing club love with the Two Blues over another behaviour issue handled accordingly. Leash may need to be tightened for a few Lions to focus purely on the numbers rather than a huff and puff fairy tale.
Brings us now to Thursday pre Bomber Day 2. Max1 back from time travelling in Hong Kong to slay some Duke rocks on a ground no larger than our car park. Getting smashed for 26 in an over with the consolation of a wicket some achievement - do the maths on that one.
Turf central was contemplated but just too sticky for serious batting, hit ups to load up on content and diagonal fielding drills with Amex calling the return target. Mixture of standard but plenty of quantity with the new rocks to sort out the chinks in the system. Smash politely enquires about available bowlers and happy to oblige with many options, do feel more comfortable in preparation when present.
Groups change over with the order to bring full kit and mobile phones! New age method at connecting to the younger Lions with the application of personal technology for voyeuristic advancement, what a shame that BakeFace was an apology due to school exams (or was he on the Punt at Flemington? - check his status, awfully quiet of late). Three tasks for cricket - batting, bowling and fielding with the instruction to film yourself with partner using your phone. After the initial hesitancy all seemed to flow brilliantly with some amazing levels of technical equipment on display and promises of blue tooth pigeons circulated amongst all with Fifi and AshMo being the budding Scorcese apprentice types.
All done, early finish to keep things fresher than the fruit stalls at the QV Market. T20 squads given a cursory overview, we have state issues possibly impacting that will not be fully known until day next.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Round 6 Lions v Bombers, Day 1 - Mad Dog Ginger Drops In
Anxious moments in the pre match evening. Routine restored with a cleansing run through the hills of Kew, nourishing meal of chicken and veg consumed with a drop of grape and mindless visual entertainment in Tackle Happy experienced (documentary about dick tricks that would not be out of place at times given some Lions levels of personal fondness, all family rating approved of course) .
Then the distant crack of thunder grew louder with accompanying flashes of lightning. The radar revealed that some serious downpour activity was in the midst and the Tigers held on to beat the line in Townsville. Head rests on pillow with balcony doors wide open to enjoy the breeze and sounds of rain, the continuation of the downpour though does provide some consternation for the morning ahead. Hopes by now that Bookface has been put to the interwebs bed for the evening and young Lions are blissfully unaware in their slumber with dreams of Bomber domination.
Dawn SMS received from Central Control that grounds not affected, all in perfect condition allowing preparations to occur as normal without the hesitation of doubt. Form reviewed for Derby Day, Southern Skye the choice at value with the odds and Bart should deliver with Faint Perfume - Dr Turf in agreement (it got up).
Covers removed, green tinge that excites fast bowlers evident. With some toss luck hopefully more for us than Stickers making debut in Bomber colors. Skipper Dick gets the choice and we bowl. Furious, Charlie Eppes, Moose and Torch salivating at the chance with a disrupted Bomber batting line up that had heavily relied on absent Rogers season to date.
Not all goes to plan though. First we have to apply some blogname realignment as Charlie Eppes reveals a new hair type thing of steel blue and black colour. Obviously he is too relaxed the night before the game and has time to mess with personal grooming. Therefore please be officially aware that the fast bowler previously known as Charlie Eppes due to a pre season counting deficiency is now known as "Resident Emo". Bowling quality was also impacted as the early offerings would be generously classified as misguided with the Bomber openers racking up the first 50 by drinks, the sun is out and conditions are starting to change - gulp.
2nd XI Lions are batting at Windy Hill, Dyno Bells won the toss and the deck must be good as this is one venue where overnight weather has a regular effect of unveiling the purest of stinkers. No help to the new captain though (Jester elevated) as he is an early victim and gives the task of foundation to Mad Dog Ginger and Little Guus.
Skipper Dick comes into the attack, approaches with purpose for the first delivery, ball drops short and thwack - disappears over the square leg fence. Hope is momentarily sucked from the Planet atmosphere, gravity disappears, a suffocating vacuum descends. Only momentarily Lions fans as Skipper Dick applies an overwhelming choke hold to rip out a triple Bomber taking 3/19 from his next 11 overs.
Change of ends for the Pirate and No Name on the bottom ground gives cause to further Bomber deterioration with three gone, Sando spills a balloon from the an exasperated Pirate at mid on with such innocence one cannot help but dismiss this from the hard drive. Kebab doing some fine work with enhanced movement to support in the field - kudos. Should have been four to the opening combination, well done lads.
Jason Moran Reserve holds no fears for visiting DKP Squad who left the balaclavas in the warm up kit pre match, not needed in such warm conditions. Early loss allowed Vault Hooker and Fifi to establish a foundation with the willow.
Time to travel across the city, car thermoemeter indicates 34 celsius, was becoming aware of extra warmth and the mild sweaty film that has been witheld from the senses to date. Southern Skye hits the lead at the 200 mark (paying $17) but just falters to hang on and comes fourth, Nikolic tried his best but the youngster hit the wall in the last 50m, needs to go to Wayne Bennett school and learn about finishing.
Ah, Windy Hill - always a confronting lesson in social behaviour. Phanto is in position as normal, slightly skeletal these days in a new Bomber shirt with the stickers fading on his scrawny arms. Mad Dog Ginger has moved into the 70's with Hussler in support and a mixed half dozen of femmes consuming Pure Blondes (they are not) who must not have qualified for Derby admittance.
Wickets proving harder to claim back home, 3rd's have bowled out Bomber for 117 and the Jason Moran curse has struck late causing chaos at tea for the DKP Squad, Obi Wan to sharpen the tools and handle the marauders. Mad Dog Ginger hits with purpose and conviction to race through the 90's with shots through the ropes, over the ropes and all over - the ton is up - the celebration selfless, inspiring and appreciated by all. Mind set with obvious team target the focus, Dyno Bells agrees that 300+ an absolute minimum. Small Man nods in agreement, the waxed legs with speckled tan give need for sunglass protection.
All seems in place at Windy Hill, Mad Dog Ginger decides that 127 is about enough and leaves it to Amex to get through with the lower order to achieve 323.
Temperature now lessened to a pleasant figure in the low 20's range, Bomber have declared just past 300 (thanks) to allow a bowler of pace some overs at Tom Tom and Cat Shagger. No worries here as 24 runs for no loss with the only damage being a minor flesh wound to the upper carriage of Tom Tom.
Sando holding a batting order together down below as No Name and Vardichin after promising starts decide to give Pirate a chance at being the match winner with the small total looming as huge at 9/95. Sando locks in, Pirate proves stout and the runs are eked out with the help of a few no balls as well - points in check and next week a chance for maximum.
Day complete, 187 for the DKP Squad being a respectable effort that with some application could have been greater, still learning here but needs to kick in soon.
Post play, dressing rooms in good spirit all around even when questions about the cause of variations in size of personal man things abound. "Bro's before ho's" is launched as a query in the direction of "Ramber", initial thinking being that time has been put into linguistic broadening - wrong, quote lifted from a recent episode of Glee as discovered later.
Off to rest Lions, only one session this week with Cup in the midst. Enjoy the chance for a brief spell as next weekend can set so much of the future in train if we deliver, execute and enjoy. And the hair colour of Residnet Emo up close, not inspiring, maybe it was in the early part of this century.
Then the distant crack of thunder grew louder with accompanying flashes of lightning. The radar revealed that some serious downpour activity was in the midst and the Tigers held on to beat the line in Townsville. Head rests on pillow with balcony doors wide open to enjoy the breeze and sounds of rain, the continuation of the downpour though does provide some consternation for the morning ahead. Hopes by now that Bookface has been put to the interwebs bed for the evening and young Lions are blissfully unaware in their slumber with dreams of Bomber domination.
Dawn SMS received from Central Control that grounds not affected, all in perfect condition allowing preparations to occur as normal without the hesitation of doubt. Form reviewed for Derby Day, Southern Skye the choice at value with the odds and Bart should deliver with Faint Perfume - Dr Turf in agreement (it got up).
Covers removed, green tinge that excites fast bowlers evident. With some toss luck hopefully more for us than Stickers making debut in Bomber colors. Skipper Dick gets the choice and we bowl. Furious, Charlie Eppes, Moose and Torch salivating at the chance with a disrupted Bomber batting line up that had heavily relied on absent Rogers season to date.
Not all goes to plan though. First we have to apply some blogname realignment as Charlie Eppes reveals a new hair type thing of steel blue and black colour. Obviously he is too relaxed the night before the game and has time to mess with personal grooming. Therefore please be officially aware that the fast bowler previously known as Charlie Eppes due to a pre season counting deficiency is now known as "Resident Emo". Bowling quality was also impacted as the early offerings would be generously classified as misguided with the Bomber openers racking up the first 50 by drinks, the sun is out and conditions are starting to change - gulp.
2nd XI Lions are batting at Windy Hill, Dyno Bells won the toss and the deck must be good as this is one venue where overnight weather has a regular effect of unveiling the purest of stinkers. No help to the new captain though (Jester elevated) as he is an early victim and gives the task of foundation to Mad Dog Ginger and Little Guus.
Skipper Dick comes into the attack, approaches with purpose for the first delivery, ball drops short and thwack - disappears over the square leg fence. Hope is momentarily sucked from the Planet atmosphere, gravity disappears, a suffocating vacuum descends. Only momentarily Lions fans as Skipper Dick applies an overwhelming choke hold to rip out a triple Bomber taking 3/19 from his next 11 overs.
Change of ends for the Pirate and No Name on the bottom ground gives cause to further Bomber deterioration with three gone, Sando spills a balloon from the an exasperated Pirate at mid on with such innocence one cannot help but dismiss this from the hard drive. Kebab doing some fine work with enhanced movement to support in the field - kudos. Should have been four to the opening combination, well done lads.
Jason Moran Reserve holds no fears for visiting DKP Squad who left the balaclavas in the warm up kit pre match, not needed in such warm conditions. Early loss allowed Vault Hooker and Fifi to establish a foundation with the willow.
Time to travel across the city, car thermoemeter indicates 34 celsius, was becoming aware of extra warmth and the mild sweaty film that has been witheld from the senses to date. Southern Skye hits the lead at the 200 mark (paying $17) but just falters to hang on and comes fourth, Nikolic tried his best but the youngster hit the wall in the last 50m, needs to go to Wayne Bennett school and learn about finishing.
Ah, Windy Hill - always a confronting lesson in social behaviour. Phanto is in position as normal, slightly skeletal these days in a new Bomber shirt with the stickers fading on his scrawny arms. Mad Dog Ginger has moved into the 70's with Hussler in support and a mixed half dozen of femmes consuming Pure Blondes (they are not) who must not have qualified for Derby admittance.
Wickets proving harder to claim back home, 3rd's have bowled out Bomber for 117 and the Jason Moran curse has struck late causing chaos at tea for the DKP Squad, Obi Wan to sharpen the tools and handle the marauders. Mad Dog Ginger hits with purpose and conviction to race through the 90's with shots through the ropes, over the ropes and all over - the ton is up - the celebration selfless, inspiring and appreciated by all. Mind set with obvious team target the focus, Dyno Bells agrees that 300+ an absolute minimum. Small Man nods in agreement, the waxed legs with speckled tan give need for sunglass protection.
All seems in place at Windy Hill, Mad Dog Ginger decides that 127 is about enough and leaves it to Amex to get through with the lower order to achieve 323.
Temperature now lessened to a pleasant figure in the low 20's range, Bomber have declared just past 300 (thanks) to allow a bowler of pace some overs at Tom Tom and Cat Shagger. No worries here as 24 runs for no loss with the only damage being a minor flesh wound to the upper carriage of Tom Tom.
Sando holding a batting order together down below as No Name and Vardichin after promising starts decide to give Pirate a chance at being the match winner with the small total looming as huge at 9/95. Sando locks in, Pirate proves stout and the runs are eked out with the help of a few no balls as well - points in check and next week a chance for maximum.
Day complete, 187 for the DKP Squad being a respectable effort that with some application could have been greater, still learning here but needs to kick in soon.
Post play, dressing rooms in good spirit all around even when questions about the cause of variations in size of personal man things abound. "Bro's before ho's" is launched as a query in the direction of "Ramber", initial thinking being that time has been put into linguistic broadening - wrong, quote lifted from a recent episode of Glee as discovered later.
Off to rest Lions, only one session this week with Cup in the midst. Enjoy the chance for a brief spell as next weekend can set so much of the future in train if we deliver, execute and enjoy. And the hair colour of Residnet Emo up close, not inspiring, maybe it was in the early part of this century.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Round 5 v Two Blues (2-2 split) - Multi Blog
Domestic Selector birthday celebrations the day after the debacle of Toorak Park, good enough reason to leave all things Lions behind and head into the hills for some peaceful, reflection time. Healesville was the destination of choice and is typical of a place that is quite often taken for granted and overlooked in its attractiveness. Like the girl at school who came back from summer holidays with the braces removed, everybody became that bit more interested.
So with that little distraction in place, but ever so important, despite being absent life does not stop - a multi blog entry to cover instead. Call it the T20 version, plenty going on quickly, not always in sequence, probably more sugar than substance, but with some good fortune an outcome that is reasonably satisfying.
Firstly, back in time to Saturday. Another remarkable afternoon where every match was in the balance as the clock ticked past 4.30 and in every 15 minute period after it could have been anything from 4-0 to 0-4. So in the end a 2-2 result was of some fulfillment but with the 1st XI at 1/178 after 251, Skipper Dick in full flight en route to a ton and Smash just placing himself in the drivers chair, belting the odd rock over the fence - points were in the bag, zipped up, ready to go. Only drama was that we had the counterfeits and the opposition stole the jewels. Run outs leave a burnt taste to the senses, like the self immolating monk from Saigon - but we are able to come back.
Late innings drama with Furious giving unprecedented support to the Exotic Mauritian with lusty blows of purpose in a partnership that compiled 30 in rapid manner. Tragically cut short by the most effective wicket taking ball in a crisis - rank long hop on leg stump, thwack - caught at backward square. A yard either side and take the boundary, all in control - oh the cruelty.
While this calamity was unfolding, at the Planet, Fireman was left with Myo Kimbo to steer the 2nd XI rocket ship in after the 214 total. Jester and Hustler did the hard graft in the middle to set the chase in place with the recovery from despair at 3/11 that was converted to 3/118 before self managed drama was applied. Torch returned to some form with a useful 28, using the GN to better effect in a lower order role, more comfort than a room full of Tontines.
Kebab was slathering the red sphere around the Como Park miniature rink, nice of the kiddies to leave in time for the big fellows to take over. Junior Cat Shagger delivered support, for a while, but it was Vardichin that delivered the heroics with a six to tie the score and then a fluffed something shot that ballooned over cover for a couple to achieve victory. At the other end, for the second week in a row, The Badge made sure that all was under control. His watchful gaze and purposeful stare giving great faith that there would be smiles all around as the Lions roamed the open spaces with success. The Badge tucked away another four poles as well, healthy debate at selection this week.
So with that little distraction in place, but ever so important, despite being absent life does not stop - a multi blog entry to cover instead. Call it the T20 version, plenty going on quickly, not always in sequence, probably more sugar than substance, but with some good fortune an outcome that is reasonably satisfying.
Firstly, back in time to Saturday. Another remarkable afternoon where every match was in the balance as the clock ticked past 4.30 and in every 15 minute period after it could have been anything from 4-0 to 0-4. So in the end a 2-2 result was of some fulfillment but with the 1st XI at 1/178 after 251, Skipper Dick in full flight en route to a ton and Smash just placing himself in the drivers chair, belting the odd rock over the fence - points were in the bag, zipped up, ready to go. Only drama was that we had the counterfeits and the opposition stole the jewels. Run outs leave a burnt taste to the senses, like the self immolating monk from Saigon - but we are able to come back.
Late innings drama with Furious giving unprecedented support to the Exotic Mauritian with lusty blows of purpose in a partnership that compiled 30 in rapid manner. Tragically cut short by the most effective wicket taking ball in a crisis - rank long hop on leg stump, thwack - caught at backward square. A yard either side and take the boundary, all in control - oh the cruelty.
While this calamity was unfolding, at the Planet, Fireman was left with Myo Kimbo to steer the 2nd XI rocket ship in after the 214 total. Jester and Hustler did the hard graft in the middle to set the chase in place with the recovery from despair at 3/11 that was converted to 3/118 before self managed drama was applied. Torch returned to some form with a useful 28, using the GN to better effect in a lower order role, more comfort than a room full of Tontines.
Kebab was slathering the red sphere around the Como Park miniature rink, nice of the kiddies to leave in time for the big fellows to take over. Junior Cat Shagger delivered support, for a while, but it was Vardichin that delivered the heroics with a six to tie the score and then a fluffed something shot that ballooned over cover for a couple to achieve victory. At the other end, for the second week in a row, The Badge made sure that all was under control. His watchful gaze and purposeful stare giving great faith that there would be smiles all around as the Lions roamed the open spaces with success. The Badge tucked away another four poles as well, healthy debate at selection this week.
Sando and Obi Wan unleashed the light sabres after Ice returning from a well behaved football trip delivered a trio of poles. Sando taking the lead, unfortunately had his maturity depart the cranium on the threshold of something meaningful - caught for 49, a long hop gifted to mid on.
Monday Tan - it did happen with the Pirate and Dyno Bells backing up. Centre Stage in the Bowl event this evening on the green hills for incline repeats and lunges. Stair climb with a minor deviation for the Pirate to experience centre stage and look out to the imaginary crowd, giving content to a future conversation with Mum - "my turn on the Carols stage" a space shared by Marina Prior whom has a past Pirate connection. Domestic Selector parading around in the new Skins, the weekly Fireman sessions in full swing for strength and shape management.
Tuesday at the Planet, a delayed arrival with work presentation going over time, expect an announcement of significance shortly. Coach Cav in earnest discussion with senior Lions to unravel the riddle of consecutive batting collapses. Valid knowledge gathered, shared and debrief has more meaning when time taken to sift through the emotions.
Centre turf in use, bowling machine set for awkward, challenging length at pace to check technique. Lefties have first crack - Kekab, Mad Dog Ninja, Kitchen Man and Flash Jack first up - note to each, if going back make the movement take you in line as too hard to rely on the second movement to get there, will cause lateness. Dyno Bells cops some synthetic bullets into the flesh giving a watching Gas Box and Panasonic the giggles. The pair are despatched to complete a Lions 300 while Dyno Bells gets sorted.
Finishing showcase move, Moose to lead the bowling group for six overs in the centre. The Badge comes through with a searching over to Cat Shagger, gives further validation for promotion this round. Kitchen Man has the brain working extra overtime with variations aplenty. "Shut up and bowl" bellows the Moose.
Selection welcomes the Agents of Change to the table - Smash, Max1 and Gas Box all vacant for first day. Some up, some down, balance appears in place as we prepare to confront the Bomber - 0/4 whitewash last season, the scabs still are visible.
Agent 13 stricken by house duties, intelligence reports sent by fax with supporting diagrams. Undercover identity still in place and in good spirit. Scouts reporting incoming of suburban performances that demand follow up.
Thursday comes, what a jam packed session today. Ground improvements pending, light towers to be upgraded, Australian Baseball Coach back in Melbourne to attend before Tigers match, parents information session, BremVardi productions bring BBQ Feast #1 and the first taping of Lions TV. Amongst all this there was some cricket activity.
The random colored stump drill starting to become a favourite as it allows the ability to view movement quality, purpose, arm strength and accuracy. Furious displaying huge improvement and as of now is probably ranked as the most accurate Lion.
Management issues covered, Tomahawk rotated but given the chance to experience the rebirth process on Saturday. Great success record here so far as Kebab and Sando can attest to. Can he accept and advance. Two more sleeps for the Bomber, Harwood in.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Forensic Analysis Of What Is Coming Through
Tom Harley announced his retirement as an AFL player today as a two time premiership captain. Described as "he led with great dignity and commitment to the common cause. He did not give Geelong its brilliance. Rather, his gift was to enable that brilliance to flourish". The definition of leadership has had an upgrade.
Don Lane passed away today, in an era that seems so long ago (the 70's) he was the highest paid personality and entertainer on Australian television who relied upon a rapport and connection with his audience based on a genuine sense of friendliness to all. Apart from the obvious celebrities promoted on these shows, Don also introduced such obscure but genius talents in Tom Waits to the Australian public. Part 1 and Part 2 can be viewed here. Tom Waits is very much still active today in collaboration with the greats of the arts, not only a musical genius but an enigmatic character with extraordinary depth - check him out.
The relevance of these to the Lions is that recognition, respect and admiration can be achieved through different methods with complete acceptance of others.
Forensic analysis in place tonight, schedule events for a close observation of the next generation Lions due to the Agents of Change kicking in big time for Round 6. If not here in the arena, missing the chance to impress in person. Nets sorted, free hits inserted, purposeful intent in place from the start - check. Kebab seems to be trimming down to a sleeker version, Frosty shaken off football trip hangover with some lusty straight blows (please bring them into a game, teasing no longer allowed) and the Badge pushing the leather through at pace.
Lebron continues to befuddle with his androgynous skills, bowling left arm spin tonight, getting to the stage where have to have a crack in a game - T20 coming soon, this could be the stage, get the frock and good shoes ready big fellow.
Changeover effected, Lions 300 again for this group. Fitness levels to be given closer attention over coming weeks so standard maintained when longer form of game kicks in. Tomahawk keeps shaving seconds from previous best and Vardichin breaks the minute, outstanding improvement in both. The "slugs of the past" seems so long ago, the 1km time trial must be looming to break the 4 minute barrier.
Kit packed, game sense (Fearsome - "I can't hear" - puts down an absolute gift) and video for reflection on player type behaviour as to known outcome if no attempt to change delivered. Cadel Evans - "the man they said could not attack, well the critics are eating their words now" gives another example of what is possible through persistence and rebounding from failure.
Nourishment delivered as organised by Vardichin and Panasonic, the downstairs dining option does seem suitable and easier to manage. Teams and tactics announced, players connected and off we go into the night to rest before Two Blues are to be confronted. The scalpel is packed away, forensic analysis complete for now.
Don Lane passed away today, in an era that seems so long ago (the 70's) he was the highest paid personality and entertainer on Australian television who relied upon a rapport and connection with his audience based on a genuine sense of friendliness to all. Apart from the obvious celebrities promoted on these shows, Don also introduced such obscure but genius talents in Tom Waits to the Australian public. Part 1 and Part 2 can be viewed here. Tom Waits is very much still active today in collaboration with the greats of the arts, not only a musical genius but an enigmatic character with extraordinary depth - check him out.
The relevance of these to the Lions is that recognition, respect and admiration can be achieved through different methods with complete acceptance of others.
Forensic analysis in place tonight, schedule events for a close observation of the next generation Lions due to the Agents of Change kicking in big time for Round 6. If not here in the arena, missing the chance to impress in person. Nets sorted, free hits inserted, purposeful intent in place from the start - check. Kebab seems to be trimming down to a sleeker version, Frosty shaken off football trip hangover with some lusty straight blows (please bring them into a game, teasing no longer allowed) and the Badge pushing the leather through at pace.
Lebron continues to befuddle with his androgynous skills, bowling left arm spin tonight, getting to the stage where have to have a crack in a game - T20 coming soon, this could be the stage, get the frock and good shoes ready big fellow.
Changeover effected, Lions 300 again for this group. Fitness levels to be given closer attention over coming weeks so standard maintained when longer form of game kicks in. Tomahawk keeps shaving seconds from previous best and Vardichin breaks the minute, outstanding improvement in both. The "slugs of the past" seems so long ago, the 1km time trial must be looming to break the 4 minute barrier.
Kit packed, game sense (Fearsome - "I can't hear" - puts down an absolute gift) and video for reflection on player type behaviour as to known outcome if no attempt to change delivered. Cadel Evans - "the man they said could not attack, well the critics are eating their words now" gives another example of what is possible through persistence and rebounding from failure.
Nourishment delivered as organised by Vardichin and Panasonic, the downstairs dining option does seem suitable and easier to manage. Teams and tactics announced, players connected and off we go into the night to rest before Two Blues are to be confronted. The scalpel is packed away, forensic analysis complete for now.
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