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.
Friday, November 27, 2009
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.
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