Tis the last Friday before Santa time. Another name for this day is "Take Out The Day" given profile in West Wing, Series 1, Episode 13. Any Friday before a major holiday is a dumping ground for every possible negative or critical issue that may draw attention from the media. The logic being that as attention would be elsewhere and resources reduced, send it out the door stamped do not return and it would probably not be noticed. Our own local state governing body are in so many ways a replicant, not the original Blade Runner type - more of a droog element, that predictably they take their cues. "Offensive Bonuses" gets some oxygen as we shake our collective heads.
Purpose of this, just that spending a week indoors on medication allows the senses to wander down every burrow hole for amusement. Seriously need to get outdoors soon as dream time has contained regular theory analysis to unleash further the Furious weapon in cricketing combat. Another term, going stir crazy with this pig like affliction. Sheesh we are rambling now, off to the cricket.
The Hawk have had to overcome some self inflicted wounds over recent seasons but arrive at this juncture with a better record than some predicted at the season start. Be wary, very wary of these games, especially the one day format as fortune can swing alarmingly and seemingly without logic.
The 2nd XI with the opposition at 0/70 in the 12th over felt that was the case as a series of bowling changes ensued with Hussler now on two legs delivering a hand full of maidens to sort the corrective order. The Badge strolled back into town to pick up another trio, just show me the stumps and let me loose. Bang, bang, bang - off you go son, the Badge has it under control, a single pole left for Flegwart. Lose some early batting poles until Flegwart is able to show his upper order the value of hitting the ball in the middle, makes things much easier. Little Guus jumps on board as a willing passenger, each grab a half ton and game is done as it should have been - bonus point, dusted.
At the main planetarium, observing from the infectious diseases infirmary (apologies to all who approached over the course of the day and were hastily warned off, with pleasantness), Skipper Dick had the entree cutlery out to dine on the first course of bog average medium pacers. As another total of substance beckoned, out caught slashing for 49 in even time. Task for the score today in the hands of Max1 and Gas Box, bth displaying general good sense and hard running to control momentum. Some final touches of slather and whack by Dyno Bells pushes upwards of 280. Under 100 runs came from boundaries, the majority came from old school hard running, the type of ingredient appreciated by the chefs in the kitchen.
Catch spilt off Furious early before inroads are made by Skipper Dick and Moose. Max1 brings out a few tricks to destroy the middle and the Exotic Mauritian nips in with a pair of stumpings from the quicks - the not out with the stick was noticed as well, good job.
Lower planetarium, Lions bowlers trapped in a sports warp elsewhere with little ability to control the ball. Could be forgiven that we were watching lawn bowls and waiting for the bias on the ball to bring it back into play. The three stumps are normally always in the same place, Xmas gifts of a compass due for Pirate, Tomahawk and Little Man. Not the modern Tom Tom version either, six stitches flung in an accurate manner. Wrist specialist Desperate snaffles a pair with a tidy spell, the promise seems genuinely on the improve.
Chase progressing although mild concern sets in when each of the top order decide that anet equivalent is enough for the day, target still nearly a hundred beyond. Flash Jack and Colonel Sando, notable recently as a regular pair doing the extra leg work before training, spend some quality time in the middle together. A combination of chaotic and measured methods, the outcome effective as Colonel gets to walk off unbeaten with the points.
The DKP squad yet again had a beginning of promise, VaultPole gaining another 40 with Joyce protege TW getting the high score of 62 - glad that reasonable scores are becoming regular now. Monster enjoys an unfinished dance at the end and with the String push the total to 213, seemingly enough. The left arm wrist spin - Man New - starts the rot after which Ffffffffman resumes an afternoon cricket career with a double and a pair of catches. Obi Wan frisky around the ring, hands improving each week and the Monster extinguishes any flicker of hope with a treble. Points and bonus dusted, the DKP squad are as Ali G would stay "innit".
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