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.

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.

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.

BakeFace & The 50 Raised

And the bat is waved to the stands in mild appreciation as the 50 post mark for the blog is raised. Has been an innings to date of mixed and variable quality but having reached this far surely we can progress to the centurion level.

Great weather all day, can finally plan and unleash a decent week of activity. Training on the hard stuff but at least everything is dry at last. Can use leathers without fear of dampness -hooray.

Arrive at the Planet, Skipper Dick completed a lazy ten laps with the shirt off to reveal a ripped upper torso. Surely a calendar opportunity or Mr Lions on Lions TV exposure awaits, he is positively glowing.

Set up organised, plenty of Lions heeding Panansonic prodding from last week for self activation. Lions 300 introduced, no times taken, just effort observed. Furious breaks the minute for both repetitions - 12 seconds faster than BakeFace. Charlie Eppes, could not even walk with shin splint affliction a mere matter of a month ago - now like one of Bart's frisky hopes in the carnival.

"What time did I get, how fast did I go?" he quizzed.

"Fast enough to last more than two balls to a part time medium pacer bowling straight dung," was thought but not announced to the public - Demons loss still causing seething within.

Man love fly balls, Furious completely confusing the Exotic Mauritian with co-ordinated challenged extensions that had the observant coaches not able to fathom who was actually catching. Gasbox, loves the grapple. If the instruction was to nude up he would be the absolute first in, whack that image on FB status after the chest shaving ritual.

Double ball, triple play circuit - not quite right, complete fault of the orginator (me!) in that start phase not quite right. Will have sorted by next week. Groups changeover and unfortunately the inner beast comes to the surface.

Debrief from weekend, wides must be fixed in 2nd XI group as all new ball options have passed double figures and attention needs to be paid to shot selection to challenging balls. We are able to leave early if unsure.

Lion cub of innocence has delivered one of the more unusual match day behaviours of the new generation. Technology acceptance is promoted by myself in every possibility, it does put food on the table in my house, but a player updating their status on Facebook during a game while not being far from called into bat. Am not quite understanding of this one.

So therefore young Bakeface was on the receiving end of a few, friendly words (emissions spewing forth as hostile lava) to kindly suggest that this was not really appropriate on game day, during the match. To further exacerbate the relationship of the moment, Bakeface had an egg on his leg due to a self inflicted fielding error ("coach, do you have any ice?" - my blank look in reply to indicate that I was sympathetic to his condition caused by his own mistake, that I do not personally carry around ice on Schramms 2, nor is my name Westinghouse). Sore leg or not, Lions 300 sets for you champ - and do an extra set as well because you need it as Tomahawk is 8 seconds faster - work that one out.

Bowlers separate - Vardichin, Tomahawk, Pirate, The Badge and Jingo - tunnel lane drills to get closer to the stumps, fix the wides. Remainder in direct hit to the color stump called, standard improving as requirement to be clean in handling escalated.

Darkness closing in, smash balls to Panasonic and Moose for repeats of in and out positioning, application creating loud grunts of effort. Pleasant to view around oval many Lions from all levels putting in the extras needed, running and ball handling.

Selection meeting held, Agents of Change have kicked in again with AJ Ninja withdrawing for study purposes and rotations debated with valid merit in every case. Absences are noted and quality of performances now truly kicking in.

Pirate Tan With Nana Raver Collision

The Pirate becomes the newest participant at the start of week Tan. Jester still shopping, some complaints about sore legs apparently but 96 is not a good enough reason for this. Get a ton and be a worthy centurion, especially if running out Little Guus to ensure personal focus. Maybe if voices don't work try the smoke signals next time.

The Pirate has run in from far east of Swan Street to the western most point of Swan Street, nice effort and appreciated. Domestic Selector in happy mood tonight, sun is out and hair is bouncing. Panasonic declares he is officially back in form now that routine is restored. Dyno Bells also arrives, nice to see the lengthy fellow on a regular occasion, looking mighty healthy as well.

Hill double efforts tonight. Round and up, stop at top to stretch and identify the Rooster vehicle as Eric's truck, the end point of each of the four repetitions. Rooster goes past stretching group with ironic timing respendent in celebratory Storm shorts. Mental image of what a wonderful photo op with Tom Tom that would present.

Panasonic gives an overview of the forthcoming script for Lions TV. Early glimpse in that "You Have Been Barged" has a test screening scheduled. Up the hill for 180, walk for 40, sprint for another 100 to Eric's truck. Times by four does get the heart pounding, the brilliant weather having the full stable of fillies on parade causing the Pirate to get Exorcist neck. Last effort sees the Pirate pour so much from his tank in effort that in dodging the flotsam and jetsam he takes out the Nana Raver (elderly lady, aqua track pants, moving in slow motion) in a final charge. The Domestic Selector completes as well, a little off the pace but no complaints.

Over the crest and roll down the hill to complete a lap with group in very good spirit, Panasonic losing the grip on his keys again a bit like the loose shot on Sunday. The Pirate bids goodbye and bolts away up Swan Street, impressive - he now has the ticket for the right boat.

Round 4 Lions v Demons (3-1)

Saturday done with, frustrating in many ways, a new day dawns with Sunday delivering a battle against the revered Melbourne Cricket Club. The ultimate contest for Lions to prove the warrior quality within is of substance. Many a club have been ghastly in a double header weekend when forced to face the Demons. Not only does the Demon have the top shelf in player quality but the Demon takes gamesmanship to a different level. Be accepting rested Lions, that performances in these rounds are worth double in the credibility ratings.

Blackers has ripped out a cracker, no hesitate in strapping the pads on here. For the sake of future insurance even give Furious the chance to smite a few drives into the expanse of the planet surface. The ferocity of such giving substance to the rumour that the Exotic Mauritian may be in danger of being rotated. Even if given a crystal ball, tarot cards and tea leaves - still could not have believed in my heart what lay ahead.

Lions upper batting in both grades, Lions lower bowling in both grades - an even split, soon to crate frowns with the Demons gaining an upper hand from the early phases. Albert reports have recovery in place after early damage until Jester and Little Guus test the love with LG achieving the weekend run out victim double. Max1 loses the leg pole that invokes trauma which reaches catastrophic levels when Fearsome crashes one that is held on the rebound at cover.

Left arm spinners in Kitchen Man and Debutante Dancing Jack rip the guts out of Demons on the lower following stout work by the Badge early on followed by the Pirate. Little Man returns with his footwork sorted out to clean up with the Badge sniffing another couple to end at 141, chase is on. Up the hill a disaster as Furious and Moose combine for a partial Richie (twenty-two) and finish at 139. Masterful rotation of bowlers at the 4th XI caravan has completely confused the Demon, snuffing them nearly at 9/148. Jester falls four short of centurion territory, assisted by Fewart pushes the total to 200.

Skipper Dick exhorts the entire "f" word vocabulary available to rally the troops in Jaggers cave, no impact early but this all turns when Max1 spills a sitter at 2nd slip off the Skipper Dick mediums. That party trick definitely did not go down well at the time, at least it put some spite back into the match.

Front foot free hit no balls being served up on the menu down below, Mad Dog Ginger being the benefactor of several and getting them away. AJ Ninja now has a scoring rate from the free hit of around 1 run for every 8 balls faced now. Might as well lie down on the pitch and try and bunt with his helmet next time, may possibly make better contact.

Charlie Eppes then enters the fray, the entourage on the far fence in complete apoplexy having to wait so long for the ball to be given. It was worth the wait as the sheer control and aggression displayed in the next 10 overs that only conceded 18 runs and two top shelf poles was incredible. The initial defensive effort became attack with 7/109 giving hope. Connected with a genuine mate in Nick Speak, a man whom I owe plenty in knowledge gained and patience, 9600+ first class runs for the Lancastrian proof of his standing. Fellow played and drank with Boonie as well when skipper of Durham. Always enjoy his company, his brow was starting to sweat with the tension.

Fireman, Torch, Fewart & Myo Kimbo had found the love gene amongst the leather flingers to have all in check. Kebab had slashed Demons all over Fitzroy Street and with Steve Hooker laid the platform. Junior Cat Shagger was flailing in all directions, making occasional contact but he fell as part of the middle order collapse leaving Kitchen Man and the Badge to control the outcome and take the three wides to win in the last. Big Lions unable to finish off the tail to lose the big event but success in the others, a 3-1 result that is a good club outcome.

Message to the Big Lions for future motivation. Birds in Hawks and Magpies were not bowled out by Demons - let it burn, burn and burn so we can learn, learn and learn.

Round 3 Lions v Rams - Abbreviated (0 - 1 + 3 Draws)

Another series of rotations amongst the younger cubs possibly sending Bookface into meltdown pre match with heavy rain creating doubt for turf conditions, where else can I get a game?? Have to play, have to play, need to play, want to play ---- ADHD into over drive.

In the thunderous lyrics of Meatloaf with a passionate crescendo- "Stop right there, I wanna know right now, before we go any further ......" we can tail off from there for the rest. Younger readers, spend a few moments in actual conversation with your parents to allow them the chance to cast minds back to Paradise By The Dashboard Light and other classics from Meatloaf that were given birth in the seventies which did last a long, long, long time. Some may even have a loose connection to your own creation.

Right now, take a deep breath - back to have to play etc, et al, ad nauseum. We all want to play, that is a given. But accept that we all want Lions to play to the absolute best of capable and unknown ability in the best conditions, with the best club, in the best competition. Again though sincere apologies to Vermont South as they are flying.

Only the 2nd XI got started, the effervescent Planet delivering a surface conducive to a quality contest. Only problem was that for most of the 31 overs abbreviated match like sheep dogs, we were chasing the Rams but they were not going where we wanted. Bowling attack coughed up 16 wides, makes it rather tough as Dyno Bells and Torch could not get any traction, Fireman and Myo Kimbo suffering pain as well. Always tough to chase 7/211 against last years GF combatant and a very well drilled bowling group although Tom Tom and Dyno Bells did allow the sniff factor to become alerted when the chase commenced.

Off field the supporting, non playing Lions became exposed to many distractions including Mauries playing cards, a deck that are definitely not approved by Crown, but where a game of match the player to the image unfolded. Cat Shagger was asked to consider a club function involving the services but methinks that wiser heads have prevailed.

Tom Tom, now searching for a nick name transfer due to a Junior Waugh like back hand flick direct hit run out - was inspired and savage on anything short. Alas his run out joy as the fielder invaded his batting brain and Dyno Bells was cut short fror 40 from 38 balls.

Bart quinellas the Cup with Viewed the victor. Alas another wasteful error with Little Guus and Jester at the same end when hope was still a flicker but alas short were we. With so much self infliction, the effort tomorrow at the Albert will be interesting.

Rest up overnight young Lions, Demons await.

XXXX Hard Core

Has the title grabbed your attention to get the optics activated - thanks for getting to here, we do enjoy your attention and involvement, even though it is mostly silent. Feel comfortable in making this claim as have been hearing the term "blog" far too frequently from those that such a term is slightly unexpected. XXXX Hard Core - there we go again, stick with us.

Apologies for lateness in posts this week, have had to escape from the Lions cage and return to a normal work life that involved a few days in Bris Vegas where after alighting from an aerial virgin, one of the first things that accosted my sight was an illuminated billboard "give Fev a go" - yawn, yawn and yawn. So due to the time lapse will shovel a few days of content into this post.

Always enjoy the chance to return to this northern wonderland, from being a resident here in the years of 96 and 97, remembered by the locals as the Super League years and when Queensland won their second Sheffield Shield. Anyway on the Tuesday as the temperature passed 32 in the early afternoon, the dust could be seen building on the horizon in a threatening manner. As the wind picked up a massive hail storm was unleashed, followed by what was measured as 300 lightning strikes in an hour and then around 12 mm of rain fell in under an hour. All of this was aptly described by the tv weather presenter as "hard core". The XXXX is the obvious local reference to beer.

Smash and Max1 were away in Bankstown, home club of the Waugh family (and ResultsVault foundation members kindly remembered) on another Victorian tour, Smash adding another century to his October list and Max1 working through nearly 30 overs.

Unable to keep the scheduled appointment with Agent 13 for the transfer of intelligence regarding the oncoming Demons, arranging discrete electronic contact with the Domestic Selector instead. Mission accomplished, the quality is thorough.

Inclement weather in Melbourne of a slightly colder variety again played havoc with training. Feedback through the grapevine though suggested that energy levels do need some attention, an injection of urgency could be required to assist the birth of that collective winning feeling. Even though a long way from home, can offer credible support to this viewpoint as the text messages of soft excuse from the expected suspects do arrive on cue once the clock ticks past 4pm.

So from this, we may as well play a game. Will move forward to Thursday, another wet afternoon. I will list the time and message details for some of what is amongst the incoming and leave to the dear and welcomed reader to determine the origin. Some are valid and reasonable, no problem at all - some others, well let judgement fall elsewhere.

9.32am - "Won't be at training due to a driving lesson"
3.36pm - "Suffering a headcold, won't be at training but right for Saturday"
4.13pm - "Raining pretty hard out here, might stay in and complete some study"
5.03pm - "Sorry for late notice, have to work tonight"
5.07pm - "Not feeling the best but will have a hit indoors tomorrow night"

More to come ..........

Wet Tan For Il Divo

Cleansing showers across Melbourne had started to clear just before the scheduled start time for the Monday running group - optional but all are welcome. Domestic Selector keen to repeat involvement, even though it took until Thursday for the soreness from last Monday to dissipate.

As we emerged from the covered foot bridge next to the Tennis Centre the rain came again. "Not getting my hair wet" was the retort, "going back to the car and will pick you up in just over an hour" - the diva behaviour a forerunner.

Swan Street Bridge, raining, quiet, traffic heavy. A fairly bleak feeling overall, no obvious Lions in site, could be a solo effort? Would I be left to ponder a vexing question - where do Il Divo fans come from?

Panansonic, freshly minted centurion, strode proudly in my direction, the Exotic Mauritian, Dyno Bells and Hussler not far behind. Jester unable to attend due to another Sunday shopping trip to the Good Guys for a tv stand that was not yet assembled correctly at Chez Jester.

No lycra pace maker available tonight, reverse direction selected, allow the soreness in legs to slowly seep out with a gentle rhytm on the decline. End at the base of the hill, four repeat bursts up around the 180 metre mark. The first two completed with little pain, the next two became lung busters but good pace and form held by all. Exotic Mauritian, with upper lip growth returning and white singlet, showing off his acceleration skills. Panasonic receiving air recognition from a passing WFC singlet clad runner.

Rain had totally ceased now, even some sun breaking through. Traffic started to build up, the die hards being joined by the keep hair dry prima donnas. No sign of the Rooster though, sorry Gasbox - no fashion update available.

Return to the bridge and past a boxing group for interest, incline path to ourselves tonight for the finishing phase. Effort up the hill was pleasing, recovery rate returned and flying sprints to end. Over bridge towards waiting car, number of Il Divo fans increasing - most in shawls, jumpers with nice shoes - where do they come from?

Round 2 Lions v Dragons (1-3)

Disruption, disappointment, disturbance and distractions - before the morning of the game had properly arrived several matters had emerged in the previous 24 hours to give pause for wide ranging thought and hope that this was not an indication of what lay ahead.

DKP had a close encounter with Dorothy the civilian, rendering his vehicle useless causing recalibration to the mobile service required to transport cricketers across Melbourne. The much awaited Slayer concert became "Slayer The Instrumental" with lead singer Tom Araya humbled to lead mute due to a serious throat condition blowing out his voice. Victory pumped 0-3 by Sydney FC, the game done by the 20 minute mark. Players concerned about selection pre game.
Garage sale to be set up to sell unwanted things including old cricket pads ($4). A double fatality on the Eastern Freeway that needed an alternative route to the Planet, many arriving late by traversing through Ivanhoe, Heidelberg and the like.

Sando and Kyle (no Jackie O?) in full Lions gear prepared to spend the day in support and for a first hand experience at what life at the 1st XI level is all about. Warm up conducted in bottom pocket as the lunar surface needs delicate handling. Skipper Dick wins toss and no hesitation in batting, groups split for final touches as the Cat Shagger prefers to bat in a net while Smash, Max1 and Panasonic prefer the playing surface. Panasonic copping plenty of advice for how to hit the ball off the square, his first rock apparently arriving much too quick for his liking.

Badgirl had the moves all happening before the start that rapidly escalated to a minor internal frenzy when Skipper Dick punched the first ball for three and then Smash a cover driven boundary. The dancefloor in front of the scoreboard became an empty space at 4/55 due to several self inflicted wounds, the Cat Shagger then joined by Panasonic to apply urgent resuscitation to the innings.

News filtered through of the 2's taking early poles, being joined in the field by 3's and 4's as well. Base of partnership established, drinks done and the Dragons decided that the return of friendly Holt to bowl with men deep on leg would sort out Panasonic - ahhhh nope, nadir, zero, no. Lions started to move away and score moves past 150 with the left and right hander trading blows over the fence.

The closing overs arrived with the pair in no real danger apart from self harm continued to pummel the Dragon all over. The personal milestone of a maiden century achieved in an undefeated partnership of 190 and a total of 4/245. Guard of appreciation as batters returned to the rooms, the maroon head on Panasonic matching the colour of his helmet - "a big purple knob" was how one described the melon.

Myo Kimbo had snaffled another 4 poles to manage the pursuit total at 211, the Kitchen Men downstairs could not take enough poles and had to chase 256 and the DKP squad with big ripping leg spinner Jackson being prominent in chase of 176. Lions seemingly alive everywhere.

The drive to Bill Lawry oval was a more regular journey than the outbound from earlier, settled into chair as Tom Tom cracked a drive to applause. The only early concern here was that Dyno Bells had copped a stiff one first up and was sharing space off the arena as well. A series of errors in judgement tore the middle order heart apart - a low bouncing wicket with sideways movement, generally best to play forward and a straight bat (think that logic started around the time that Blackham played).

Incoming alerts that Furious and Moose had caused a collapse and Charlie Eppes had the pillow over the Dragons face with three consecutive maidens to snuff out any flame. AJ Ninja was gaining support down below and Obi Wan making a fist at the DKP squad. More wickets tumble as Starspangledbanner salutes at Caulfield - we seem gone here but alive elsewhere and Melbourne were making tough work against the Magpies.

Pondering the complete circuit to Bundoora, knowledge received of middle order dramas, rocket ship pointed back towards the Planet. Feels much more like cricket season when sun has stayed out and pleasant warmth gives comfort. Roger in mild state of ecstacy as the left arm rippers are given an extended opportunity to the Dragon tail. The viewing room from upstairs has built a healthy crowd, giving the bar a reasonable working over. No disappointment for Roger as Fearsome obliges by finishing the beast taking 3. Repeat effort - walk off intact, take the ten - it does work, plus the bonus point.

AJ Ninja with Sweet Heat in flowing support have arrived at 4/200 and a whiff of the possible is stirred. Quick wickets always stem run flow, some lusty blows / catching practice by Small Man offer hope but falling short again is the outcome. Post mortem to deal with the emotions, understand the hurt but must start to take the ten, especially as opponents in these rounds finished top 4 last season.

Start the review gathering knowledge, scores entered, Max1 decorations start to appear for the 21st ahead - Lions gather in celebration but some more victories are needed, soon!

Eye Of The Jag, A Delightful Glint

Has been a week of required soothness and calming. Too much ridiculous chatter now that football has partially evaporated replaced by trade week "fevolities" with more breath wasting seen here. Lock the radio on 105.9 and drift away with some Vivaldi, the Lion needs to conserve emotion and not be wastefully aroused.

News drifts in from Adelaide, Smash and Maxi have effectively tag teamed with personal skill sets to perform admirably, a day to complete the three day match with rapid runs scored by both.

Structure can now be applied to outdoor sessions with the advent of daylight savings, makes the management of improving skills more practical. Early arrivers putting time to use, Lions devouring the food of impending contest against the Dragon (Round 2). Gear transferred, that rat has reappeared but now he is d-e-a-d on the ground outside the door. The disturbance of recovered history overwhelming his comfort (no visitor is welcome to enjoy comfort at the Planet).

Skipper Dick continues routine of hitting balls from grass surface, old bat being nursed through the handle crack final phase of life with great care and concern. Bottom ground in brilliant condition, the lunar surface on the main ground showing promise and the wickets on both will deliver a opportunity for quality performance ahead. Badgirl arrives to control operations in the nets area, instructions issued, Badgirl is pumped as the ones are home this week and he expects the scoreboard to be humming with Lions goodness.

Top end Lions gather for sequence of match day fielding drills. Base handling work now being left to individual time, active motion to challenge balance and skills in order now. Circuit in place, pause, reload, repeat instructions, sort out bounce throw execution and repeat. Blinders taken by Moose and Dyno Bells - both men of considerable frame demonstrating elongated coverage in their zone. Keepers rotating rapidly to pump balls into path for completion.

Dual columns, smash catches moving in - simple but complicated with the movement factor for judgement and getting the hands right. Need to be softer in some cases, file this drill under need to repeat as standard overall not quite there.

Badgirl facilitates group changeover, soon to be flustered with "I need some bowlers" call. DKP calls the Younger Lions of which by Sando's count there are 29 present, to lay down the expectations of standards. Group of expectations explained to that 24 into 29 does not quite go, tears will be forthcoming, rotation policy has been put in place for the short term but next week spots do become open.

Furious Moose handle bowling length, targets on central area to refine skills of placement while in the middle (take note Young Lions - is not always in the nets) to replicate match day conditions. Fielding circuit drill repeated, pauses required for reload on three occasions to install knowledge of expected standard.

All Young Lions are apparently in good health, except Obi Wan who eventually confesses to a bronchial complication of sorts. CB infected digits have improved, but have to leave early (again) for social engagement.

Tomahawk, Vardichin break off to refine placement skills with ball. Covers placed on both grounds and the Help Tomahawk campaign continues - has more than 20 helpers tonight, wonderful.

Debrief theory - Agents of Change, One Day Game Plan, Cricket Victoria Behaviour Policy all explained and then the interactive segment - Game Sense.

Sonofa (pronounced "sun-o-va") utters the three most dreadful words imagineable when the recipient of a direct question. Even given time to think, blink the eyes a few times to engage the brain, all that emits is - "I don't know". Sonofa is locked in the sights - "will be coming back to you soon, be ready".

Power Plays for batting and bowling scenarios followed by free hit / no ball (A J Ninja - not a free hit in the balls!!!!) are all discussed. Good clarity of mind shown with responses knowledge is being installed with this method, will continue to refine.

Teams announced, no change in the top three with rotations in the 4th XII. Xavier match organised on Sunday for extra turf option to be captained by Son of Chairman who is already proving the value of a highly paid, completed education in being able to forget his suit in the change rooms. Nice cut of cloth but not much use in the size option for either Jag or myself.

The Jag, stops at the door to release a considered verbal viewpoint of where things are at. Not ready for the call of the card yet, but the delightful glint suggests that The Jag is in a good space.

The Agents Fantasy Help Tomahawk

7.15am - Glance over shoulder before entering front door of cafe, check that coast is clear. Agent 13, cleverly disguised as the brick wall has already arrived, glad he is not wearing a mask this time so I can recognise. Coffee and hot chocolate ordered, greetings in code exchanged.

Agent 13 is quivering with excitement as he delivers the run down from the first game of the season he has seen, a scrappy affair observed of future combatants. Still he was able to fill five pages of detailed notes in cryptic language punctuated with occasional gasps of "the horror" when describing a batsman run out from a free hit, no ball.

8.20am - Depart with a nod and wink, code for next meeting details to be made as an impending absence may require the application of alternate electronic surveillance methods. Call received from Skipper Dick to confirm health has returned and new sponsor is happy to have contributed to first up win. Value for money are the Lions.

Afternoon - calls and texts start arriving, the inclement weather has found it's way into hearts and minds of some, training is always on, always on, always on, always on.

5.07pm - Delayed arrival at the Planet, afternoon traffic scattered worse than normal due to rain. Greeted by Chairman Harves and Gorgeous George for Cricket Management Meeting. Ash and DKP take care of training start - Skipper Dick and AmbiChairman Tim (new name now due to official multi tasking in season) attend and sort through Team Rules, Leadership Group and Official Past Players Day (Sunday 8th November, T20 v North Melbourne).

Join training, Smash in Adelaide with Max1 so "Hail Centurion" delivered to effigy image and "Help Tomahawk" campaign is launched. Debrief groups of weekend observations to install knowledge - take the ten, walk off intact does have a proven outcome and depth in crease is an effective batting tactic.

Low level banter about Fantasy League performances, Chuck Norris holding a reasonable lead over the Mu Temple. Smash inclusion common amonst the leaders. Zero point earners escaping any serious heat for now, temperature will rise.

Note - points awarded has been adjusted to factor in bonus points for performance, see base of Fantasy League Ladder for details.

Younger Lions with rapid delivery ability, plus Vardichin, complete accuracy and target phase - under the pump Tomahawk delivers 6 from 6 (perfecto) as does An Gus. Clouds building overhead, groups change over, older Lions fall into boundary handling routines before "bail out" is signalled in near blackness. Pack up and retreat, option to leave is availed.

First episode of Help Tomahawk is supported by DKP, Gasbox and Flash Jack whose father used to play with Gasbox we learnt along with past Lion Owen belting a double hundred for the Taipans. Debate regarding structure of teams ensues with purpose, sense and logic. Dragons are coming.

Tan Return - Seasons Of Change

Players enjoyed the optic delights of the regular Tan experience during the darkness in September, a desire expressed that there should be a weekly option for the running program to continue. Ok then - daylight savings is upon us, let's go.

Monday at 6pm is the designated time and all are welcome for the hour to consist of BASE lap and incline work for a solid sixty minutes overall.

Panasonic, Dyno Bells (previously known as Kettlebells, apologies for branding confusion), Jester and No Name arrive on time - coach has the Domestic Selector in tow for independent observation (pure curiousity rather). Apologies received from Exotic Mauritian, delayed return flight from Storm triumph and Gasbox (Rooster sends regards EG, now sporting a shocking blue mohawk).

The evening is calm with the dust rising to mild choking levels, the herd of Tan Tramplers is particularly voluminous. Group head towards the incline for a circuit passing Tiger Taylor and able to establish that after a six hour recon mission on Sunday, Jester has a couch. Note to Lions - club kit is not required adornment at these events, go independent and Panasonic - please find something to put in the banana skins.

Long striding, well balanced, blue lycra clad pace maker in position at the start of the Anderson Hill, giving the group motivation to increase the tempo. Stays in check the complete circuit providing random value. Domestic Selector concerned of distraction to rhythm but is assured the lads will be able to handle. Circuit complete with strong finish and stretch along rail. Another herd of boot campers appear from over the hill, down hill superman for spacial view enhancement - and a lower back stretch.

Akermanis uphill strides, incline backward walking with visual point focus, incline sprints, hold up push ups, uphill lunges and some cleansing flying bursts. Various running styles of Tan Tramplers dissected with comedic commentary. Sorted out Max1 gift for birthday in process and the Domestic Selector realises from personal attempt that hold up push ups are rather difficult.

Round 1 (Ding) Lions v Cats (1-3)

Friday, calm and peaceful in the Lions den. All sleep well except for the nervous cubs up late on BookFace and other assorted visual distractions.

Smiling Shane Gluttony bids me well en route down the highway, strong take away coffee and breakfast in hand (usually eaten around lunch time on match day) the chariot heads to cross the bridge, Cats voyage away. Sounds of Slayer locked in, six more sleeps until Festival Hall gig, the phone remains thankfully silent until Little River.

9.01am - the first official Agent of Change experience, incoming call from frantic parent that son has been up all night vomiting and is unable to play. Messages have been left for others but no reply as yet.
"Not a problem, all will be handled, thanks for letting me know" is the measured reply.
Connect to Phil, sort requirements out by the time passing Waterworld. Sounds of Slayer are allowed to resume, all at peace within.

Arrive at Cat Park, premiership detritus still viewable and the Cat Shop open for business. Sergeant Mitchell proudly displaying new garment upon his torso with a larger grin than any cheshire. Login to MyCricket and send Phil all needed player contact details while giving Ash debrief on player selection and roles.

Change into warm up kit, gear sorted for preparation activites as needed, quiet sense of purpose amongst the group. The last hour before the game is such a riddle in trying to decipher what may lay ahead, experience suggests that there is no direct correlation between atmposphere and performance. Surely somebody is sharing the knots within, there are no obvious signs.

Toss to Cats and they bat as expected. First blood to Charlie Eppes after changing ends and Moose takes the two key poles to have Cats concerned.

Lions next door have started solid enough, AJ Ninja and Mad Dog Ginger passing the half century on a green deck after being inserted. News from the planet that even with Kettle Bells falling, Tom Tom and Little Guus have things sorted on the main arena. TMc has made inroads down the bottom with early poles. In essence, Lions everywhere have started well with purpose and confidence.

One large partnership gets the Cats sniffing at 200+ but Skipper Dick returns to shut things down, Moose finishes to end at 226, the ten taken - first box checked.

An even split of requirements as we changeover, batting and bowling opposites at both venues in pursuit of victory. A large crowd now gathered at Cat Park for the cricket and other social events hosted at the venue. Plenty of female Lions in support of their men who need visual affirmation that the time consumed in pre season has an outcome.

Talk in the Big Lions compound revolves around the imminent hosts and episode content for Lions TV to be launched in late October. Moose with gentle prompting, decides "must seek treatment" for veins that erupt in a manner to create a quandary of choice for the most hardened junkie.

Chase on target, Smash floats a drive over the fence to hopeful cries of "catch" by fielders. Once in orbit the trajectory is assisted by a strong breeze and lands comfortably past the ropes. Vardichin establishes control after a wayward start to bring the Lions next door back into the game, Myo Kimbo has ripped out four at the Planet and Ash Moh is booming drives via the aerial method - as the clock gets nearer to five we are alive everywhere. Sun is out, forehead burnt, but it is bloody cold even with vest on.

Cat Shagger joins Smash to clean up the requirement, chase always easier when balls are hit over the boundary. A double to the Cat Shagger, another to Smash who then becomes the first centurion of the season and game over, points to Lions.

Other games nearly go the journey but we fall short. Would seem that too many have been able to contribute too little first up. Mental nourishment for realignment next week.

Post mortem done at both (no health issues - good!), match information entered, scorebooks eyeballed to get the first of numerous reviews over the coming days. Kit packed and car loaded up, darkness has fallen as we depart. Miss the friendly tip for Belmont (Race 8 - London, it got up easily at $5+), own fault at not being organised for the punt but in the end was more a matter of complete focus elsewhere. The satisfaction of the opening victory erasing the taste.

The drive back gives plenty of time for phone calls to catch up on all games and other grounds, hear the first Victory goal by Fabiano in between. Some minor issues in lower grades that will require management, general disappointment that we did not at least land another win - if not more. The Agents of Change are among us, who can seize the opportunity when it arrives?

The Final Touches - Part 3

Unable to comprehend the amount of incoming contact since first light today (Thursday), must be plenty of anxious Lions out there. To be fair in some cases have given extra time to clear fitness and health concerns before finalising all teams. Some phone calls placed to players known to be missing out which is never easy but the Agents of Change are about to be awakened. Cricket Victoria issue direct instructions, play on all grounds as scheduled without deviation.

Generally thought, all is calm in the temple, finishing touches on planning detail and the Domestic Selector agrees that all is in place.

Following scheduled medical to ensure own health at optimum Lions level, connect with Evo (mentor of Max1) as he is about to embark for Samoa as Cricket General Manager, got the approval the evening before tsunami hit - ponder that one for a while on the scale of life.

Contact over chili chicken with Jester (now happily residing in North Melbourne but in desperate need of a couch) to complete 2nd XI overview. Agree the overall quality, structure and options are impressive but a foe of genuine difficulty lies in wait to test the theory.

Meetings during afternoon, collide with end of month real work duties causing a slight delay to expected arrival at the Planet. Chairman Tim calls as leaving office to confirm selection issues with fitness concerns all handled - done.

The Planet is awash with Lions, parents, volunteers (brilliant organization MT, CO and GM), staff - wonderful, warming sight indeed.

Fielding drills marked out, agreed that 1st XI have all hitting and bowling work done - just need ground work as a group to garnish.

Younger Lions under the strictest control of Sam G operate in the best manner of private schoolboy chaos with nervous energy emitting from every limb. Appears that some have played their game already - Saturday will tell and then we can start the management realignment where necessary.

Nets done, move into the bunker for reaffirming of Cricket Committee objectives and a visual presentation of Muse at Wembley Stadium. Not the whole two hour concert that some may have feared but the opening intertwined with a personal witness from the past where a young group encountered a moment that would test their composure. And now they are huge, especially for those that know them.

Teams announced, Skipper Dick repeats support in that this is the start and results are what counts from here. Clothing handed out, checked for sizes, team meetings and a walk through for the 2nd XI on the main arena. Dimensions are all the same, short boundary for this match as expected, wicket is flat - but the outfield will require a special determination and effort.

Lock up for last time before we compete, all required kit assembled. Close the door on the shed and spy the rat on the back rail, much easier to see now that he has little camouflage - he looks distressed, but not us. Bring on the Cats.

The Final Touches - Part 2

Day started early, connect to specialist coach Joyce at Gluttony to plan the next phase with Lions upper level now that we will be in competition mode. The venue has allowed a relationship between proprietor (bald, smiling Shane - cracker fellow) to resume from Musashi a long time ago.

Meet with Kettlebells at the trendy St Ali in South Melbourne sitting in the Richo spot, mind is directed on course and future business growth explored (banner & kit needed!). Message on mobile from a nearby Furious on futsal patrol.

Perfect timing for lunch. Furious exposed to the Don Don experience, a steaming bowl of Japanese curry in his hand just as the words for the order tumbled forth. Composure regained, food being consumed we completed the bouncer plan for contests ahead.

Training at the Planet with purpose to increase the quantity of ball handling with various drills to challenge balance, movement and clean hands. Simple and effective, the need to hit incessant amount of balls now reduced - more of a requirement to have the body conditioned to movement in the open spaces on a lush surface.

Pitch surface on #2 starting to resemble a decent wicket, has come along quickly since Sunday following a few reasonable days of weather.

Jeff Harvey delivers group message about the purpose of the Cricket Management Committee and the committment to our players that this will involve, selection policy outline - time to clean up and move to Golden Lions function.

The Golden Lions are a deeply passionate and committed group that deliver critical support for the well being of the club - we must never lose appreciation for this treasured asset. With the baton being passed from Ralston, Denis and Ron to Mitch, Tim et all - the transtion appears to have been handled with aplomb. Attendance of 100+ and a quality speaker in Damien Fleming gave the audience tremendous value.

As befitting of these events to reflect and commemorate aspects of the club history, for Jeff Harvey and George Murray to sit together, the John Scholes committee and our key sponsors (The Manningham, Bendigo Bank, Rinnai, Topline Sports) all together depicts solidarity.

In the past, the Scholes group present a bat to a Lions and Blues player after the match between the clubs which is always a fierce contest built on a tradition that will last. As this game does not fall until Round 13 it was decided to make the presentation this evening and Panasonic was the young recipient. Not completely unlike Barrel in stature, different hair color and little chance of any manly upper lip growth appearing - his performances will be watched closer by more from this point.

Damien Fleming, there would not be many better cricket speakers doing the circuit at this present time. The Bowlologist is the consumate professional in his preparation, delivery and knowledge - sounds advice for all cricketers. The words presented of his international career, matches against the Yaarpies, Warnie, The Kluesinator, singing the song in celebration, the value placed on premierships, television career - absolute proof that even the ability that starts from swinging a cricket ball at a tender age can be the catalyst for a career of enjoyment.