Change of menu for pre game nourishment on the Thursday. Mexican combination goes down a treat as all Lions have by now recovered from gagging practice during the session and understand the matches of impact ahead along with the structured game plan. Bowling options for attack and defence the focus for capturing and containing wild Panthers.
The final round of regular games has arrived with the morning being of ridiculous perfection for the Lions to enter the bout against a cat of likeness, the Panthers. Having ensured that meticulous has been the minimum standard, in a moment of rare jocularity with the Moose, lay some claim that if all is done properly then advantage is gained. We win the toss and bat - simple at times. Moose emits a satisfied harumph.
Smokey has not started the ten laps circuit until a bit later this morning, decide to give him some moral support and join in for a couple. Smokey loves a chat, gives probably a better verbal overview of the Lions than some more intimate to the inner sanctum would be able. Shares some private information about the mid week skills that Skipper Dick shows on the rope qouits circuit. Unsure as yet where this fits in the future of Skipper Dick's sporting goals, normally when rope is mentioned in his presence it contains a different connotation. Very persuasive is Smokey when given the lectern to deliver a sermon, love the passion within.
As the innings begins, order is in place early as Smokey continues the rotations outside the fence. Skipper Dick and Cat Shagger fall as a pair, Trishna / Krishna like - nicks caught behind and pads blown off by a rank medium pacer - Cat Shagger may as well bat with a bail instead of a bat. Smokey decides that he must exert calmness over this bothersome predicament at 2/43 and decides he will remain at the ground while Smash is batting. Little does he know that this will be a committment of substance for the hours ahead.
Myo Kimbo again, yet again and yes again produces the obligatory early pole away from home. With position secure for the 2nd XI, momentum is still the desire with some concern as mail through the season has been the Shepley deck a stink bomb. The Pirate delivers another contribution with a double before Flegwart descends upon the arena to cast a spinning spell. The mystical Flegwart had been working hard in the castle tower to devise a magic potion to rid the Lions from the dangerous blade of Ayres. Flegwart had the perfect elixir, leg side full toss scooped into the atmosphere and accepted by the Badge - 6/106 with Flegwart half distance to a bag of five.
Smash and Gas Box reach lunch, position established and the effect of the secret herbs stashed in the food of Skipper Dick have an amazing impact. In the post lunch session, Skipper Dick moves the sight screen - more than once. Was at the closest end though.
Kitchen Man bats, new open pairing of Product and Dim give a good account pushing the score beyond 50. Junior Cat Shagger with a bung toe is removed from the order temporarily, the absence felt by Kebab, A J Ninja and Sando-o-o as they give - stuff all. The Panda is left to run rampant by his lonesome, seeking any sign of a mate or companion, any gender will do for this loveable creature. Fireman steps up and fixes his nozzle firmly at the marauding young Panthers and blasts them back onto their haunches.
Smash still bats, Smokey is still watching.
Spin twins, the mirror image of exact opposites in Flash Jack and Desperate are released by DKP as a pair of boa constrictors that strangle the resolve of a Panther middle order coming off a triple hundred chase smorgasbord, bowled out for 168.
Smash still bats, Smokey has afternoon tea and the Panda nears the ton as Fireman develops a sense of giddiness from moving into the sixties, 66 in 88 minutes has a nice symetry to it, time for a shift change and a stumping ensues.
Smash goes well past the ton and loossens the shackles, shots flowing in all directions around the Planet, including a missile that disappeared amongst the low flying satellites before settling into the JB Hi Fi register at Westfield. Smokey is still wating. Panda tons up, embraced with genuine affection by Son of Chairman, lovely emotional fellow when he steps away from the Xavier clinches.
Light is dimming as darkness starts to close, Smash exits the surface with 174 unbeaten, complete magnificence. Smokey can go home now and Skipper Dick can head off for a recovery session after moving the sight screen on multiple occasions, an impressive new stat for the career resume. Panthers are wounded, to what extent we shall see.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Momentum Building - In Patches
Back to back rounds where the club has won three of the matches against the opponent, some of the wins absolute top shelf in overall quality playing brilliant cricket. Even down to the DKP squad who obliterate the highly ranked Saints, but the senior Lions have wounds of doubt and mottled fur unable to attract the cricket gods for kindness, the golden tawny lustre patchwork like in condition.
The invite goes out to most recent premiership captain to join the fold and give us a burst of optimism. Skipper Dick undergoes a grilling and confession of all things so we have a complete understanding - nothing left to chance is the agreed theme. Robust discussion covers all that is deemed relevant, game plan agreed upon.
Group assembled, introduced to most recent premiership captain, always a pleasure to have visitors involved during the preparation phase to see the inner workings. An alternative vision point gives feedback that is needed, very hard to see all. The change in message deliverer gives cause to a few that were sore (?) suddenly finding the inner beast to be involved.
Standard reaches competitive point as the seriousness of the situation becomes aware to all. For the second consecutive season we enther this last round with three sides very much alive, two already secured. A full list is expected to be available that means a few hard and probably unjustified decisions on selection will eventuate. The smallest deviations from effort start to stand out as a reason for change.
Nets completed, breathing through exertion a pleasant sound, Lions break into three prides for ball handling. Surface is close to perfect allowing the highly skilled predators to shine in the spotlight. Cubs are starting to understand the point of difference that fielding can provide when evaluating the ability to progress and possible role. The conveyor belt of lower grade cricketers will always churn out options to replace those that seem unable of wanting to break through to the land of 100 overs, colored clothing and the white ball.
The next destiny point is to be unveiled, very soon.
The invite goes out to most recent premiership captain to join the fold and give us a burst of optimism. Skipper Dick undergoes a grilling and confession of all things so we have a complete understanding - nothing left to chance is the agreed theme. Robust discussion covers all that is deemed relevant, game plan agreed upon.
Group assembled, introduced to most recent premiership captain, always a pleasure to have visitors involved during the preparation phase to see the inner workings. An alternative vision point gives feedback that is needed, very hard to see all. The change in message deliverer gives cause to a few that were sore (?) suddenly finding the inner beast to be involved.
Standard reaches competitive point as the seriousness of the situation becomes aware to all. For the second consecutive season we enther this last round with three sides very much alive, two already secured. A full list is expected to be available that means a few hard and probably unjustified decisions on selection will eventuate. The smallest deviations from effort start to stand out as a reason for change.
Nets completed, breathing through exertion a pleasant sound, Lions break into three prides for ball handling. Surface is close to perfect allowing the highly skilled predators to shine in the spotlight. Cubs are starting to understand the point of difference that fielding can provide when evaluating the ability to progress and possible role. The conveyor belt of lower grade cricketers will always churn out options to replace those that seem unable of wanting to break through to the land of 100 overs, colored clothing and the white ball.
The next destiny point is to be unveiled, very soon.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Round 14 Lions v Saints - Salvaging (Day 2) - 3 & 1
The contrast in conditions for the second day of play from last weekend, absolute opposites with each of the games in various stages of combat. Results could truly go any way at all, none of the situations could be called with any confidence.
Day starts as planned with Furious displaying a preference for early imbibement, taking out the stumps of Beer in the first over. Alas for some time, that was it as Rummans made the skill of batting look incredibly simple.
Across the road at least a start was going to be possible on the Ross Gregory surface masquerading as a cricket facility, what a bucket of pus this was. Anyway early dramas abound as Sando-o-o in another version of "Where's My Head At" (Track 20, this site is awesome) - involved in a minor vehicular collision. An incident that became all the more bewildering as I was being personally informed by the Kitchen Man of an impending delay, Sando-o-o is walking into the rooms in front of me.
Energetic warm up ensues, have to distract the young Lions from the crazy inner thoughts that can emerge in such poor surroundings. All done and bowling first, Fireman with a full hose to release, packing up the kit when approached by some poor unfortunate Saint person, their captain, where an exchange with a minor violent tone ensued.
Him - "Can we steal some cones, mate"
Me - "What do you need"
Him - "Is it ok if we steal a few cones, need to cover some wet spots in the outer"
Me, after locking in the eyes and a deep breath - "For a start you have not said please, second it is your home ground, third this poor excuse for a cricket venue is disgraceful and you can go for a walk to your first eleven across the road and get some gear. Should I get a roller, some stumps and a ball for you as well?"
Him - "No need for that, just after some help"
Me - "Exactly, and while looking for help extend the search for manners"
Conversation ends. Dice for attitude imbalance has been rolled.
Still no sign of life with poles for Lions coming from the Junction, Resident Emo tests the patience of Skipper Dick with some mobile phone activity at the break. Does not go down well in the sombre dwelling, expected eruption takes place, easy target that one - whack.
Arrive back at the Planet, they batted on but were hastily evicted by the ever efficient Myo Kimbo and this time supported by Flegwart who despatches the son of the man who actually discovered Warne - 303 is the chase, and Warne has a cousin, Warne, also playing. The psychotic midget fest in Mad Dog Ginger and Little Guus is let loose upon the Saints, blunting the new ball to greet the fourth leather flinger until Little Guus makes an error. Fearsome, finally settled after a longer incoming landing at the Planet due to another road mishap, locks in with Mad Dog Ginger who is progressing in a commanding fashion.
As tea nears, the pair are reaching the century union. DKP squad gather for afternoon feeding, Vardichin dismayed at some of the fielding down below but the competitive spirit tells we are still in this and he has some more left if needed. Mad Dog misjudges and becomes the second Lion this season, joining Gas Box as a victim of the Warne straight break.
Day starts as planned with Furious displaying a preference for early imbibement, taking out the stumps of Beer in the first over. Alas for some time, that was it as Rummans made the skill of batting look incredibly simple.
Across the road at least a start was going to be possible on the Ross Gregory surface masquerading as a cricket facility, what a bucket of pus this was. Anyway early dramas abound as Sando-o-o in another version of "Where's My Head At" (Track 20, this site is awesome) - involved in a minor vehicular collision. An incident that became all the more bewildering as I was being personally informed by the Kitchen Man of an impending delay, Sando-o-o is walking into the rooms in front of me.
Energetic warm up ensues, have to distract the young Lions from the crazy inner thoughts that can emerge in such poor surroundings. All done and bowling first, Fireman with a full hose to release, packing up the kit when approached by some poor unfortunate Saint person, their captain, where an exchange with a minor violent tone ensued.
Him - "Can we steal some cones, mate"
Me - "What do you need"
Him - "Is it ok if we steal a few cones, need to cover some wet spots in the outer"
Me, after locking in the eyes and a deep breath - "For a start you have not said please, second it is your home ground, third this poor excuse for a cricket venue is disgraceful and you can go for a walk to your first eleven across the road and get some gear. Should I get a roller, some stumps and a ball for you as well?"
Him - "No need for that, just after some help"
Me - "Exactly, and while looking for help extend the search for manners"
Conversation ends. Dice for attitude imbalance has been rolled.
Still no sign of life with poles for Lions coming from the Junction, Resident Emo tests the patience of Skipper Dick with some mobile phone activity at the break. Does not go down well in the sombre dwelling, expected eruption takes place, easy target that one - whack.
Arrive back at the Planet, they batted on but were hastily evicted by the ever efficient Myo Kimbo and this time supported by Flegwart who despatches the son of the man who actually discovered Warne - 303 is the chase, and Warne has a cousin, Warne, also playing. The psychotic midget fest in Mad Dog Ginger and Little Guus is let loose upon the Saints, blunting the new ball to greet the fourth leather flinger until Little Guus makes an error. Fearsome, finally settled after a longer incoming landing at the Planet due to another road mishap, locks in with Mad Dog Ginger who is progressing in a commanding fashion.
As tea nears, the pair are reaching the century union. DKP squad gather for afternoon feeding, Vardichin dismayed at some of the fielding down below but the competitive spirit tells we are still in this and he has some more left if needed. Mad Dog misjudges and becomes the second Lion this season, joining Gas Box as a victim of the Warne straight break.
None of this bothers Fearsome as he slathers the ball in all degrees of the point direction, minor support from Jester and Panda, both succumbing to rank short rocks. Maiden ton is reached by Traralgon's new favourite and just as boots should be filled with rivers of chocolate, bunts one to mid on. Sweet Heat and Amex, on the batting medication today, wipe of the 50 plus needed in a controlled manner with impressive composure. Points to the Lions, a chase of significance but there was some help from Casper the wides ghost.
More points as the DKP squad with Tomahawk finding enough time to return from the water skiing schedule and rip out three poles and the top team is gasping for some oxygen flow to the brain and explain the demise. Scalped by the Tomahawk, never a pleasant experience - imagine if he ever gets seriously fit. Just quietly in the background, yet again the Lion of influence in Desperate has an impact again. Knocks over the top scorer, direct hit run out to cause the middle collapse and the winning catch. Good things happen to all Lions when Desperate is in the action.
Kitchen Man and the crew are given the task of 168 from 30 overs, generous task. Vault Pole is left in the case, AJ Ninja and Kebab get things humming with Kebab falling at 91 short of a deserved century in the situation. Some moments of tightness as Junior Cat Shagger cannot find a friend to share his bowl. With everything complete at home, the Eastern inbound journey with the Nokia receiving a live commentary broadcast from the Commandant as the requirement was in the low teens. Only complication was young Sarge being at the crease and I could feel the tension from the Commandant dripping through the speakers.
Thankfully Sarge held his nerve and was able to recall recent glories in handling the tight situation, whack and then whack over the fence from the flowing Kookaburra with a roaring Sando-o-o in the background as the Nokia came close to self destructing. Game over, more points for Lions - not a bad day for the club in the end, back to back 3-1 results in our favour v Blues and Saints.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Loading Up - Has Anybody Noticed
Question was asked in recent days of the requirements and needs for the last remaining weeks of the normal season to allow a proper and complete preparation. The attitude due to learnings from last season and also with the confidence that our list is healthier so less attention having to be paid to what is left available. Being bereft of bravado the reply for needs is minimal, could even say mute. Nevertheless, match day health services have been extended to include Tuesday training as well under the professional ministrations of Abax.
Could it be that the Abax appearance on Tuesday evenings has resulted in an increase of attendance and urgent need for treatment by some, we are suspicious in ways and at all times observant of those ducking off. Pandas may be endangered but surely the Lions Panda has not reached such a perilous state as of yet.
As a by product, those with responsibility for planning the Tuesday schedule have deliberately been loading up on the stressful workl. The theory being that having come from a softer mid season break, hardening up now will have us in good stead for when the need for back to back days play action under the pressure of finals is demanded. More running and effort drills have been factored in to the session, with a lingering finishing activity in smaller groups.
Such a difference in now having a group with more depth and physically stronger to handle the increase, last year it was more like the Epworth infirmary. Even Jag looked a possible healthy option back then.
To support the logic, recent form line has been solid down the lines with key measurables in runs per wicket and partnership improving along the required part of the scale to indicate that when the big show arrives, we can progress on normal behaviour. Stronger performances do seem to be credible, while the need to manage the physical assets that are now starting to realise the endurance needed (The Badge, Kebab, Panda and Little Guus) all in place.
Only worry, more emotional, is The Badge starting to sneak off early under the reasoning of emplyment that takes him through the night. Has he become a Vampire of sorts? Has he learnt to read and taken special notice of the excitement around Twilight? Can he handle the ongoing jibes from Panasonic as he departs and "leaves his mates" behind.
All this will surely be revealed on FriendFace soon. At least it should be better than some of the Max1 inane outbursts and Mad Dog Ginger dance shots - Whip!
Could it be that the Abax appearance on Tuesday evenings has resulted in an increase of attendance and urgent need for treatment by some, we are suspicious in ways and at all times observant of those ducking off. Pandas may be endangered but surely the Lions Panda has not reached such a perilous state as of yet.
As a by product, those with responsibility for planning the Tuesday schedule have deliberately been loading up on the stressful workl. The theory being that having come from a softer mid season break, hardening up now will have us in good stead for when the need for back to back days play action under the pressure of finals is demanded. More running and effort drills have been factored in to the session, with a lingering finishing activity in smaller groups.
Such a difference in now having a group with more depth and physically stronger to handle the increase, last year it was more like the Epworth infirmary. Even Jag looked a possible healthy option back then.
To support the logic, recent form line has been solid down the lines with key measurables in runs per wicket and partnership improving along the required part of the scale to indicate that when the big show arrives, we can progress on normal behaviour. Stronger performances do seem to be credible, while the need to manage the physical assets that are now starting to realise the endurance needed (The Badge, Kebab, Panda and Little Guus) all in place.
Only worry, more emotional, is The Badge starting to sneak off early under the reasoning of emplyment that takes him through the night. Has he become a Vampire of sorts? Has he learnt to read and taken special notice of the excitement around Twilight? Can he handle the ongoing jibes from Panasonic as he departs and "leaves his mates" behind.
All this will surely be revealed on FriendFace soon. At least it should be better than some of the Max1 inane outbursts and Mad Dog Ginger dance shots - Whip!
Round 14 Lions v Saints - Complexities of Product (Day 1)
The radar is clear but the air is heavy with impending and annoying moisture. The southbound drive, a direct route from the domestic abode down Punt Road, is greeted by that strange sense of grey normally reserved for Melbourne in May.
Curator at the Junction seems to have a misguided view of conditions as we stand in the middle, wicket uncovered, stumps inserted (it is 9.40am) and the drizzle is starting to become rain. Eventually logic kicks in and the covers are applied.
Warm up is confined to indoors, the rooms spacious enough but when Lions use floor space in a prone position, even with Moose locked to the bench face down, things do get crowded. Check with umpires and delay until post lunch is obvious, check the radar with nothing of serious disruption apparent, but also no wind to lift. Back in the chariot and traverse along Punt Road to the Planet, incoming call from Kitchen Man to advise the 3rd XI play is abandoned for the day. Maybe not a bad outcome here as it gives Fireman another week to repair the rig.
Jester has inserted a weakened foe and true to form in the gloom, we are being whacked all over, the ball soggy and damp. The darkened leather becoming useless until the magician arrives to help - ShamWow. The domestic cleaning cloth, hygienic heaven to housebound goddess types in outer Berwick Springs now has a new application. Cricket ball love and kindness. No sooner had the ShamWow been brought into action, The Pirate found the missile moving in all directions prompting The Badge to ride his horse back into town.
DKP squad batting first against the top side, usual trouble with a muddled start but in conditions at the top end of the complexity scale, Product decides that it is well and truly time to put away the sook face and give us a maestro like performance. Wielding the willow like an Uzi, he pummels the attack to all sections of the lower planet with Vardichin continuing his competitive return giving support. Product becomes the latest addition to the Lions centurion list, causing bewilderment amongst the judgement executive as to where has this been. Donuts in the car park with teary eyes do not appear in the preparation manual.
Flegwart and Fearsome do their best with opposite spin techniques to suffocate the scoring. This rotating pressure allows Pirate and Myo Kimbo to reduce the likelihood of a large target, Pirate now progressing beyond thirty poles for the season again. Chariot launched again for the Junction return with the Lions inserted and an attitude of strangeness permeates the situation. None of the Lions can make an innings of substance, all getting to a promising stage with balls faced, time consumed and runs mounting but all fall victim to the temptress of balls with width.
The experienced Saints attack, almost military like in cohesion, continue to exploit helpful bounce at the inviting length to induce nicks. We oblige, they catch, we are out and a chase of languidness is the offering. Hardly befitting of two teams at the upper end. Loke Patton, we shall return.
Curator at the Junction seems to have a misguided view of conditions as we stand in the middle, wicket uncovered, stumps inserted (it is 9.40am) and the drizzle is starting to become rain. Eventually logic kicks in and the covers are applied.
Warm up is confined to indoors, the rooms spacious enough but when Lions use floor space in a prone position, even with Moose locked to the bench face down, things do get crowded. Check with umpires and delay until post lunch is obvious, check the radar with nothing of serious disruption apparent, but also no wind to lift. Back in the chariot and traverse along Punt Road to the Planet, incoming call from Kitchen Man to advise the 3rd XI play is abandoned for the day. Maybe not a bad outcome here as it gives Fireman another week to repair the rig.
Jester has inserted a weakened foe and true to form in the gloom, we are being whacked all over, the ball soggy and damp. The darkened leather becoming useless until the magician arrives to help - ShamWow. The domestic cleaning cloth, hygienic heaven to housebound goddess types in outer Berwick Springs now has a new application. Cricket ball love and kindness. No sooner had the ShamWow been brought into action, The Pirate found the missile moving in all directions prompting The Badge to ride his horse back into town.
DKP squad batting first against the top side, usual trouble with a muddled start but in conditions at the top end of the complexity scale, Product decides that it is well and truly time to put away the sook face and give us a maestro like performance. Wielding the willow like an Uzi, he pummels the attack to all sections of the lower planet with Vardichin continuing his competitive return giving support. Product becomes the latest addition to the Lions centurion list, causing bewilderment amongst the judgement executive as to where has this been. Donuts in the car park with teary eyes do not appear in the preparation manual.
Flegwart and Fearsome do their best with opposite spin techniques to suffocate the scoring. This rotating pressure allows Pirate and Myo Kimbo to reduce the likelihood of a large target, Pirate now progressing beyond thirty poles for the season again. Chariot launched again for the Junction return with the Lions inserted and an attitude of strangeness permeates the situation. None of the Lions can make an innings of substance, all getting to a promising stage with balls faced, time consumed and runs mounting but all fall victim to the temptress of balls with width.
The experienced Saints attack, almost military like in cohesion, continue to exploit helpful bounce at the inviting length to induce nicks. We oblige, they catch, we are out and a chase of languidness is the offering. Hardly befitting of two teams at the upper end. Loke Patton, we shall return.
Parko Gives Inspiration - Simple & Direct
Why are you here?
Where are you going?
What can we do to help?
Words of simplicity that are directed specifically to the attitude and intention of the athlete. David Parkin may have not been actively involved as one of the leading coaches since 2000, but the four-time premiership coach delivers the message to the gathered corporate executives as though we were about to run out onto the sporting field of battle.
Knowledge is an eternal journey of unknown routes for discovery, to be able to share an intimate experience with Parkin a pleasure in many ways. Not just because of the obvious sporting connections and references but also to reflect on experiences in academia land and normal life that stimulate the mind.
Relevance to Lions from this is to ensure as we enter the final phase to hopefully progress, we have the confidence and health in place amongst the group to plan proactively, make sure that nothing is left to chance.
What can we do to help? - this will be placed large on the board as of now.
Where are you going?
What can we do to help?
Words of simplicity that are directed specifically to the attitude and intention of the athlete. David Parkin may have not been actively involved as one of the leading coaches since 2000, but the four-time premiership coach delivers the message to the gathered corporate executives as though we were about to run out onto the sporting field of battle.
Knowledge is an eternal journey of unknown routes for discovery, to be able to share an intimate experience with Parkin a pleasure in many ways. Not just because of the obvious sporting connections and references but also to reflect on experiences in academia land and normal life that stimulate the mind.
Relevance to Lions from this is to ensure as we enter the final phase to hopefully progress, we have the confidence and health in place amongst the group to plan proactively, make sure that nothing is left to chance.
What can we do to help? - this will be placed large on the board as of now.
Round 13 Lions v Blues - Scholes Returns (Day 2 - 3 & 1)
Thursday preparation before the completion phase of this massive clash, hampered again by rain as all things soggy and the centre square totally covered. Need to keep all Lions focused and serious, good time for a bonding activity that builds the strength amongst the group. Therefore Skipper Dick decides we can make a variation to the circle work theme, good idea for movement and skills with some different balls thrown in. One extra proviso in that any handling error means the offender has to take off an item of clothing, strip poker style.
Well it takes about ninety seconds for the obvious Zoolanders in Gas Box, Monster and Furious to be down to their boxers - how the hell can we keep it serious from here. Try our best, energy remains high but conditions get more extreme to cause abandonment.
Warm up by combatants, interjected with claims from other side about pitch tampering and not making an effort for fair conditions. Spark ignited early today, Smash returns from duty and Dyno Bells moves down to give the extra bowler. Torch damages a wing, rendering himself as a no option for the day. Blues overnight manage to get through the opening before Moose finally uncoils the massive frame to whack out the last three to join the upper order kiddies and points are ours by midday.
Resident Emo and Myo Kimbo cut a swathe through the much vaunted top order, the Blues taking the gas on their home patch at 6/67. Dyno Bells and The Badge saunter in for the mopping up with support behind the sticks from Amex.
Skipper Dick pulls out the T20 version, pasting the attack in all directions including a cut shot over point into the neighbours yard. From what seems surreal it all goes weird with Lions being slaughtered mercilessly as balls hit in the air are caught all over. Little Guus joins Panasonic, a frustrating midget fest for the Blues attack as the clock ticks on and the partnership pushing beyond the sixty minutes range. Little Guus remains unbeaten and defiant in the sheet anchor role, the lowly 110 giving the Blues 169 in 32 for a reverse victory.
Pirate and the Monster were successfully combining again to give the Lions the ascendant position with the pair returning in the middle to snuff out the work to be completed, a flurry of run outs ending the chase well short at 187. A hostile pairing again, flung together by necessity to a degree but ensuring that the pain from an absent No Name and Little Man has been absorbed.
As the chase in the main event began to arrive at a possible crescendo, the Skipper Dick and Max1 showcase stepped up a level with Fireman arriving as a sub holding a pair on the fence to start the rot. Delicate and dazzling footwork by Smash in a leg slip position, inspired by a past Sandri experience, contributed to another pole as they fell all over. Tom Tom able to navigate sky balls with only the aid of his own eyes, the pair of catches eerily preempted before the match in an isolated drill. Tension builds as the last pair hold on and hold on some more to escape the embarrassment of an outright total, but at least the Lions have secured six valuable points with three victories for the day.
Well it takes about ninety seconds for the obvious Zoolanders in Gas Box, Monster and Furious to be down to their boxers - how the hell can we keep it serious from here. Try our best, energy remains high but conditions get more extreme to cause abandonment.
Warm up by combatants, interjected with claims from other side about pitch tampering and not making an effort for fair conditions. Spark ignited early today, Smash returns from duty and Dyno Bells moves down to give the extra bowler. Torch damages a wing, rendering himself as a no option for the day. Blues overnight manage to get through the opening before Moose finally uncoils the massive frame to whack out the last three to join the upper order kiddies and points are ours by midday.
Resident Emo and Myo Kimbo cut a swathe through the much vaunted top order, the Blues taking the gas on their home patch at 6/67. Dyno Bells and The Badge saunter in for the mopping up with support behind the sticks from Amex.
Skipper Dick pulls out the T20 version, pasting the attack in all directions including a cut shot over point into the neighbours yard. From what seems surreal it all goes weird with Lions being slaughtered mercilessly as balls hit in the air are caught all over. Little Guus joins Panasonic, a frustrating midget fest for the Blues attack as the clock ticks on and the partnership pushing beyond the sixty minutes range. Little Guus remains unbeaten and defiant in the sheet anchor role, the lowly 110 giving the Blues 169 in 32 for a reverse victory.
Pirate and the Monster were successfully combining again to give the Lions the ascendant position with the pair returning in the middle to snuff out the work to be completed, a flurry of run outs ending the chase well short at 187. A hostile pairing again, flung together by necessity to a degree but ensuring that the pain from an absent No Name and Little Man has been absorbed.
As the chase in the main event began to arrive at a possible crescendo, the Skipper Dick and Max1 showcase stepped up a level with Fireman arriving as a sub holding a pair on the fence to start the rot. Delicate and dazzling footwork by Smash in a leg slip position, inspired by a past Sandri experience, contributed to another pole as they fell all over. Tom Tom able to navigate sky balls with only the aid of his own eyes, the pair of catches eerily preempted before the match in an isolated drill. Tension builds as the last pair hold on and hold on some more to escape the embarrassment of an outright total, but at least the Lions have secured six valuable points with three victories for the day.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Cruising On A Boat
Cab into the city central post day one against the Blues, connect with family of Torch as we cross the main bridge on Yarra. Share observations and thoughts from day one and muse about the irony in playing against Carlton today as we approach a boat cruise. A cruise that promises what we are not sure of but it would be safe to assume that being hand cuffed to another is not on the menu.
Traverse across the river promenade, additional guests of Lions emerge from footpath bars to enhance the blend of humanity so that we do not become floating Lions refugees. Still not quite sure about the white shoes as a fashion viewpoint, but the generations are moving further apart.
Cat Shagger, glowing with post coital centurionism and the presence of his lovely partner, ushers the Lions on board. Mad Dog Ginger has held his end up again with an entourage of physicality should things gets dangerous, he won't have to rely upon the absent Ninja.
Instructions read out by the boat captain, bar staff acquainted as the lager and fizz starts to flow. As normal the rear of the boat becomes the main gathering point, the narrow path at times becoming treacherous for the femmes in maxi dresses (not the Lions Max1, these are a clothing adornment) when coupled with the toilet entrance.
Some of Melbourne's finest pizzas delivered at a bank side interval, enough crust to choke Kebab, giving consistency to the overall low maintenance theme. Food in boxes, beer in cans, chick fizz in plastic - complete disposability. Spend some time in the family corner, quiet with a pleasant sea breeze but completely dominated in presence by those with connections to the Chairman family tree. Thankfully the intelligent females present ensure conversation moves away from obvious cricket speak as the different shapes of a luminous Docklands pass in the night.
Furious managing a suitable pace in the downing of green cans, SOC being a useful drinks waiter from the corner position with his new best friend, Achmal Sajid Givemeabeer, when he is not aimlessly tossing with his unique cross over arm delivery style.
Can sense a few young cubs displaying the effect of youthful consumption, seems that two cans are still enough. Return to shore, all things unharmed except for a domestic situation with Gas Box unfolding on the departure, nothing serious appears. The event complete, no damage and a precursor for the stayers to move further into alphabet land or whatever it is that CQ stands for. Will the white shoes prevent entry, stay tuned for more - maybe.
Traverse across the river promenade, additional guests of Lions emerge from footpath bars to enhance the blend of humanity so that we do not become floating Lions refugees. Still not quite sure about the white shoes as a fashion viewpoint, but the generations are moving further apart.
Cat Shagger, glowing with post coital centurionism and the presence of his lovely partner, ushers the Lions on board. Mad Dog Ginger has held his end up again with an entourage of physicality should things gets dangerous, he won't have to rely upon the absent Ninja.
Instructions read out by the boat captain, bar staff acquainted as the lager and fizz starts to flow. As normal the rear of the boat becomes the main gathering point, the narrow path at times becoming treacherous for the femmes in maxi dresses (not the Lions Max1, these are a clothing adornment) when coupled with the toilet entrance.
Some of Melbourne's finest pizzas delivered at a bank side interval, enough crust to choke Kebab, giving consistency to the overall low maintenance theme. Food in boxes, beer in cans, chick fizz in plastic - complete disposability. Spend some time in the family corner, quiet with a pleasant sea breeze but completely dominated in presence by those with connections to the Chairman family tree. Thankfully the intelligent females present ensure conversation moves away from obvious cricket speak as the different shapes of a luminous Docklands pass in the night.
Furious managing a suitable pace in the downing of green cans, SOC being a useful drinks waiter from the corner position with his new best friend, Achmal Sajid Givemeabeer, when he is not aimlessly tossing with his unique cross over arm delivery style.
Can sense a few young cubs displaying the effect of youthful consumption, seems that two cans are still enough. Return to shore, all things unharmed except for a domestic situation with Gas Box unfolding on the departure, nothing serious appears. The event complete, no damage and a precursor for the stayers to move further into alphabet land or whatever it is that CQ stands for. Will the white shoes prevent entry, stay tuned for more - maybe.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Round 13 Lions v Blues - A Battle So Fierce (Day 1)
No special methods of ignition are required when the fixture clicks around to this one against the Blues. A battle so fierce that at some stage the game takes on an ethereal wierdness that is not comprehensible, throwing all semblance of sensibility off the nearest cliff face.
Wonderful clear day, Smash away in Bushranger kit allows Little Guus to make a proper debut and to be thrust into the cauldron at number three in the order with Skipper Dick batting first. Letting straight balls go is never a good option as he forlornly departed with the timbers disturbed. Skipper Dick had seemed to find his flow zone, scoring at a rate and with ease, a willing partner in Max1 matching stroke for stroke. Both removed in the short time before lunch, Lions becoming lured by the feast yet again as Gas Box a victim of poor application. Thankfully Panasonic, still carrying some festive paunch, was not in need of tucker and found a wiling ally in Dyno Bells to establish a base.
Post lunch the searing bolts of hate directed to the Lions, were met by equal force determination as the temperature rose into levels of discomfort. With Lions batting in the top three games, the conditions offered an advantage too good to pass. Cat Shagger had resumed his love affair with form against this foe, the umbilical cord flowing back to the Planet as Junior Cat Shagger and Sando-o-o had some spade work to do from a precarious four down for fifty.
Panasonic slashed repeatedly over point, emulating the earlier aggressive lead from the Skipper. The first hour post break negotiated with success, Dyno Bells taking advantage of a wasted deep point, a partnership of fifty significant at this early stage of the match as the bowlers begin to tire as the BellSonic wall is gritty and unflinching.
Entering the war zone of the foe, Cat Shagger standing tall with a broad Kookaburra willow, absolute dead straight. Closer approach to the fence at the short boundary revealed a wicket so wicked in the filth of the blackness in the demeanour of the south end, positively putrid. Hussler unable to keep a leg spinner from going behind the fetlocks but Sweet Heat giving a broad face from the start, positive step forwards to allow the Cat Shagger to grow the extra whisker as he pounded beyond the century mark.
Meanwhile, Sando-o-o keeps going, Junior Cat Shagger in rhythmic sibling syncopation, but alas he falls a few short. Tomahawk and Jingo have ripped a swathe through the Blues belly, Vardichin neglecting a smashed foot to claim a pole, the memory of such sending him into a hypnotic swoon. Obi Wan lost in another galaxy far, far away at this point, just failing to snaffle the chance diving forward that would have had Desperate close the job for 145. Last pair kicked and 225 realised, DKP gains another furrow to the worn brow.
Panasonic falls, Torch swipes a few but the end is nigh for a smidge beyond 200 with the knowledge that the Blues are not good at chasing modest targets and 30 overs remaining provides enough for a red hot crack. Moose kicks the upper order kiddies back into the shed, one apparently has a manager, Furious unleashes to dispose of the two guns - 4/34 and the sniff of blue blood is over powering.
Sando-o-o whacks some more, ignoring the crowded fence line of hapless fielders, drooling at the feast of friendly offerings, the century is not enough as he tucks in for the end of play.
Max1 greets the audience, resplendent in cream clothing for a welcome wardrobe change with an immediate pole and Skipper Dick unleashes an arm that is played like a mesmerising python by the willow wielders as he dismisses a past tormentor. Stumps reached at 7/103 with nervous energy coursing through, within and under the veins of planet in a cross sectional frenzy.
Cat Shagger ends on a career best of 167 and with the Badge, some mighty smites takes the total beyond triple figures, a well constructed team effort on a putrid wicket. The same next week would appear likely as this turf is beyond respiration, can the top team mount a chase?
Wonderful clear day, Smash away in Bushranger kit allows Little Guus to make a proper debut and to be thrust into the cauldron at number three in the order with Skipper Dick batting first. Letting straight balls go is never a good option as he forlornly departed with the timbers disturbed. Skipper Dick had seemed to find his flow zone, scoring at a rate and with ease, a willing partner in Max1 matching stroke for stroke. Both removed in the short time before lunch, Lions becoming lured by the feast yet again as Gas Box a victim of poor application. Thankfully Panasonic, still carrying some festive paunch, was not in need of tucker and found a wiling ally in Dyno Bells to establish a base.
Post lunch the searing bolts of hate directed to the Lions, were met by equal force determination as the temperature rose into levels of discomfort. With Lions batting in the top three games, the conditions offered an advantage too good to pass. Cat Shagger had resumed his love affair with form against this foe, the umbilical cord flowing back to the Planet as Junior Cat Shagger and Sando-o-o had some spade work to do from a precarious four down for fifty.
Panasonic slashed repeatedly over point, emulating the earlier aggressive lead from the Skipper. The first hour post break negotiated with success, Dyno Bells taking advantage of a wasted deep point, a partnership of fifty significant at this early stage of the match as the bowlers begin to tire as the BellSonic wall is gritty and unflinching.
Entering the war zone of the foe, Cat Shagger standing tall with a broad Kookaburra willow, absolute dead straight. Closer approach to the fence at the short boundary revealed a wicket so wicked in the filth of the blackness in the demeanour of the south end, positively putrid. Hussler unable to keep a leg spinner from going behind the fetlocks but Sweet Heat giving a broad face from the start, positive step forwards to allow the Cat Shagger to grow the extra whisker as he pounded beyond the century mark.
Meanwhile, Sando-o-o keeps going, Junior Cat Shagger in rhythmic sibling syncopation, but alas he falls a few short. Tomahawk and Jingo have ripped a swathe through the Blues belly, Vardichin neglecting a smashed foot to claim a pole, the memory of such sending him into a hypnotic swoon. Obi Wan lost in another galaxy far, far away at this point, just failing to snaffle the chance diving forward that would have had Desperate close the job for 145. Last pair kicked and 225 realised, DKP gains another furrow to the worn brow.
Panasonic falls, Torch swipes a few but the end is nigh for a smidge beyond 200 with the knowledge that the Blues are not good at chasing modest targets and 30 overs remaining provides enough for a red hot crack. Moose kicks the upper order kiddies back into the shed, one apparently has a manager, Furious unleashes to dispose of the two guns - 4/34 and the sniff of blue blood is over powering.
Sando-o-o whacks some more, ignoring the crowded fence line of hapless fielders, drooling at the feast of friendly offerings, the century is not enough as he tucks in for the end of play.
Max1 greets the audience, resplendent in cream clothing for a welcome wardrobe change with an immediate pole and Skipper Dick unleashes an arm that is played like a mesmerising python by the willow wielders as he dismisses a past tormentor. Stumps reached at 7/103 with nervous energy coursing through, within and under the veins of planet in a cross sectional frenzy.
Cat Shagger ends on a career best of 167 and with the Badge, some mighty smites takes the total beyond triple figures, a well constructed team effort on a putrid wicket. The same next week would appear likely as this turf is beyond respiration, can the top team mount a chase?
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Balls, Balls, More Balls & A Leaf Blower
Looking back at the reasons why we became a bonded group of resilience, the sum result was that we absorbed stacks of balls, then more balls and then even more. In the process blunting the attack at us and returning fire with substance that delivered totals beyond the triple score on a regular basis.
Logic checked, need to return to this space now that the shortened versions are complete -increase the volume of balls. Arrive early at the Planet and enlist Tom Tom to get the bowling machine activated, but at first we must expand our collective gardening skills by activating the electric leaf blower and clear the synthetic path for correct bounce. With incredible dexterity, Tom Tom blasted a surface of cleanliness, the departing debris sent away with more force than irregular rectal explosions from Kebab after a night on the curry.
House in order, extra balls of practice begin. The direction is clear - we must ensure the volume of balls in various typesis continued ongoing as we have plenty of batting to do. The journey of batting mastery is a long term study requiring patience, application and optimism.
The week to date had seen an increase of incoming concern due to the fluctuation in Lions form, grilled by the Heat. Many from usual sources but the Scribe also genuine in heartfelt passion, her desire for the Lions to continue beyond authentic as the option of another Ramsfest was unpalatable. The work to date by the Scribe on Furious, Panasonic and Smash of top shelf in standard, an upcoming work on Sando-o-o-o (pre-empting the weekend here) may bring things back to earth. Emotions incoming deliver extra nourishment for Lions.
Game sense revolved around stepping up into the big show, a portrayal of adjusting to the big time and holding ones sh*t together. For the example, the opening sequence of Any Given Sunday was presented. Truly one of the best filmed sports movies ever to date, lids doffed to Oliver Stone and the technical crew as one honestly gets the feeling that they are within the game and feeling the sweat, breathing and pain. The film gets ongoing recognition because of the Al Pacino "inches" speech, Archie Thompson quoted ad nauseam in the Victory championship year of 06/07, repeatedly playing on his iPod. Is worthy but do not dismiss the totality of this film. Lions are ready, bring it on.
Logic checked, need to return to this space now that the shortened versions are complete -increase the volume of balls. Arrive early at the Planet and enlist Tom Tom to get the bowling machine activated, but at first we must expand our collective gardening skills by activating the electric leaf blower and clear the synthetic path for correct bounce. With incredible dexterity, Tom Tom blasted a surface of cleanliness, the departing debris sent away with more force than irregular rectal explosions from Kebab after a night on the curry.
House in order, extra balls of practice begin. The direction is clear - we must ensure the volume of balls in various typesis continued ongoing as we have plenty of batting to do. The journey of batting mastery is a long term study requiring patience, application and optimism.
The week to date had seen an increase of incoming concern due to the fluctuation in Lions form, grilled by the Heat. Many from usual sources but the Scribe also genuine in heartfelt passion, her desire for the Lions to continue beyond authentic as the option of another Ramsfest was unpalatable. The work to date by the Scribe on Furious, Panasonic and Smash of top shelf in standard, an upcoming work on Sando-o-o-o (pre-empting the weekend here) may bring things back to earth. Emotions incoming deliver extra nourishment for Lions.
Game sense revolved around stepping up into the big show, a portrayal of adjusting to the big time and holding ones sh*t together. For the example, the opening sequence of Any Given Sunday was presented. Truly one of the best filmed sports movies ever to date, lids doffed to Oliver Stone and the technical crew as one honestly gets the feeling that they are within the game and feeling the sweat, breathing and pain. The film gets ongoing recognition because of the Al Pacino "inches" speech, Archie Thompson quoted ad nauseam in the Victory championship year of 06/07, repeatedly playing on his iPod. Is worthy but do not dismiss the totality of this film. Lions are ready, bring it on.
Birthday Drinks - Skipper Dick
One of the most enjoyable times of the seasons in this bloggers Lions life to date is the timing of the celebrations for the birthday of Skipper Dick to Lions crisis. In 08/09 it was the moment of the Knowles departure that was tempered by a Gas Box career best performance of a ton plus plenty against a quality Cattery on Black Saturday.
In 09/10 we have the aftermath of the Heat Cooked to contend with, despair all across as the top two Lions went down miserably to lesser ranked.
The evening prior had required attendance at a joint 40th in Ascot Vale, missing the chance to relax in front of the visual box and cheer on Max1 in 12th man duties again. Rather it was the connected celebration for Chunk and Mrs Chunk - a rare man in Chunk to have a CricInfo profile with absolutely no detail, something that our Skipper is in advance of. Chunk & this blogger have a past connection of Tigers in cricket and Tigers in football, the football spirit has not broken us as we are keen punters as well so therefore have a distraction. Something that may be now more increasingly required with the post-Richo era upon us. Alas the 40th allowed the opportunity to share moments with the Hound, Sheeds (benefactor to Skipper and Samurai), Simmo the intellectual and the great Buck Rogers - board man to K Sheedy for absolute ever at Bomber Land.
Next day, early in the am drop off the Hound and EK at "Hoe" head home for a kip and off to beach for normal Sunday run, walk, soak and Lions deep thinking. Balance to all things restored as Ringwood done by Uni & Two Blues smash Cats outright, not a lot of damage done.
Gather the Domestic Selector, she is all frisked up as we have a series of social engagements apart from this with an interstate mate and the gay neighbours. Due to the need of continuing, she is driving - tick. Arrive at Dog of Salt and proprietor in non coaching role is out the front being the perfect host. Inside venue the Lions are already mingling and settled in various states of repose, Panasonic impossible to not notice at this early stage.
Music kicks in, a few quiet moments with the man of celebrations to knock off Heat issues, next weeks opponents gather (weird feeing this) and then Simmo the intellectual appears (as arranged) giving the feeling that we have not separated fully of recent times. His partner though is of good stock having a pair of brothers in the AFL of the Grimes variety, the pair bring great hope to many who need (this blogger included).
Fireman scopes the floor, pretending to pay little attention to possible prey and giving faint recognition to incoming text requesting interest in "afternoon delight", oh to be a man in demand like he with a big hose and strong ladder.
Leave in daylight, all appears in order with the great leveller of emotions (drinking alcohol in daylight) having an impact to soothe the wounded Lions.
In 09/10 we have the aftermath of the Heat Cooked to contend with, despair all across as the top two Lions went down miserably to lesser ranked.
The evening prior had required attendance at a joint 40th in Ascot Vale, missing the chance to relax in front of the visual box and cheer on Max1 in 12th man duties again. Rather it was the connected celebration for Chunk and Mrs Chunk - a rare man in Chunk to have a CricInfo profile with absolutely no detail, something that our Skipper is in advance of. Chunk & this blogger have a past connection of Tigers in cricket and Tigers in football, the football spirit has not broken us as we are keen punters as well so therefore have a distraction. Something that may be now more increasingly required with the post-Richo era upon us. Alas the 40th allowed the opportunity to share moments with the Hound, Sheeds (benefactor to Skipper and Samurai), Simmo the intellectual and the great Buck Rogers - board man to K Sheedy for absolute ever at Bomber Land.
Next day, early in the am drop off the Hound and EK at "Hoe" head home for a kip and off to beach for normal Sunday run, walk, soak and Lions deep thinking. Balance to all things restored as Ringwood done by Uni & Two Blues smash Cats outright, not a lot of damage done.
Gather the Domestic Selector, she is all frisked up as we have a series of social engagements apart from this with an interstate mate and the gay neighbours. Due to the need of continuing, she is driving - tick. Arrive at Dog of Salt and proprietor in non coaching role is out the front being the perfect host. Inside venue the Lions are already mingling and settled in various states of repose, Panasonic impossible to not notice at this early stage.
Music kicks in, a few quiet moments with the man of celebrations to knock off Heat issues, next weeks opponents gather (weird feeing this) and then Simmo the intellectual appears (as arranged) giving the feeling that we have not separated fully of recent times. His partner though is of good stock having a pair of brothers in the AFL of the Grimes variety, the pair bring great hope to many who need (this blogger included).
Fireman scopes the floor, pretending to pay little attention to possible prey and giving faint recognition to incoming text requesting interest in "afternoon delight", oh to be a man in demand like he with a big hose and strong ladder.
Leave in daylight, all appears in order with the great leveller of emotions (drinking alcohol in daylight) having an impact to soothe the wounded Lions.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
John Scholes - Reflection and Remembrance
John Scholes is tragically no longer on this mortal coil, taking his leave in 2003. He left a mark on many, some not so obvious and some completely in their face. Over the years this blogger has had the good fortune of listening to many stories about Barrel and it does not take much to understand why he was respected by so many.
A factual overview as a starting point, and apologies in advance for the mountain of statistics that are absent. First XI debut at the age of 15 for Carlton, scored the first of his 26 district centuries at the age of 18. Overall scored 12,693 runs with only Warren Ayres (14,090 - a recent victim of Flegwart) and Gary Watts (12,933) in advance of this. Played 396 matches, 278 at Carlton and 118 for the Lions. In his nine finals he had a batting average of 77.5 with 620 runs, when the pressure was on, Barrel performed.
An emotional reflection from one of his greatest admirers in Darren Berry, unashamed in his determination to ensure the legacy of Barrel does not fade away.
The warring factions of the Lions and the Blues have come together with the support of those connected to John in awarding a promising junior a new cricket bat as recognition of the qualities that John espoused. Last season the recipient was Torch and this year Panasonic. The decision is not a trivial or fleeting thought, it is carefully considered and based upon qualified substance that is on the path to become enduring. Barrel is often remembered for his preference to think and support others, sometimes to the detriment of himself. This generosity in character can come with time, experience and involvement to these recipients as the game is not always played in the middle or the nets.
Finally, an indulgent reflection from this blogger who walked into the old Bat and Ball in Dudley Street and at the time was in his first season as senior captain, struggling with the willow after coming off consecutive fruitful seasons. Struggling not only with the basic requirement of gathering runs but also the knowledge of leading men. Plus the fact that it was now the end of December and the weather had conspired to limit the number of match innings to only four completed, hallucinations and fear were given plenty of empty space to take hold. The immediate challenge was to chase down a score of 310, in that era of suburban cricket the total seemed impossible - but we had to give it a fair crack. Therefore to be able to hire Barrel by the hour on any afternoon that suited was far too good an opportunity to ignore.
It was December in 1994, had even tried the trick of a new bat (not waiting for Santa) to soothe the wandering mind that was always able to find plenty of reasons and excuses for the struggle with the willow. Bless Barrel for applying some simple logic.
"What number do you bat?" - at the top.
"What is your role?" - score heavily, bat most of the day.
"What shot can you play really well?" - forward defence, straight drive.
"What shot is getting you out regularly - in training and games?" - my better shots.
"What are you doing in your own time to improve that?" - concentrate.
"Are you watching the ball?" - probably not closely enough.
Looking back on the conversation, nothing startling or remarkable here and the type is played out on countless occasions across this great sport at every level wherever the willow and leather collide. Barrel then took me through a simple set up process with position, head and feet, the reference point being David Boon. The purpose to understand the zone to operate within - everything else is left until the innings is properly set. Always the full face of a straight bat. Over the session there were only about twenty balls hit, more time spent on rehearsing and getting the movement right.
Full of confidence, we bounce out the door, but a new pair of gloves on the way, unable to contain the patience for the innings tomorrow. All preparation is as needed, take the first ball, leave a few, work a couple of singles and then the full ball lands in the zone. Weight transfers forward, full face of the blade, hands close and firm, solid contact made as the ball races past the bowler towards the longest fence for a boundary. Moment of pause to admire the result, keep it simple and let the bowling come to me.
Next ball, faster, short and wide with the obvious choice to let harmlessly pass. With the display of poor selection, the blade flashed to catch the ball at an erroneous angle and the catch was taken at backward point. A brutal lesson learnt as the arena was exited.
Fast forward to last game of the season, played on the expanses of East Keilor with the season well and truly over. Only ten players were available and of this group, three should not have been here and never played even the grade below again. Temperature gauge was nudging 42 and a strong wind blowing, toss was won with batting the only choice with the hope we could last until after tea so that any bowling would be minimal. Decide to bat in the middle to resist as best as possible but at 5/38, hope was melting in the stinking heat. Drinks gave a moment to gather thoughts momentarily and reflect on the guidance of Barrel and decide that today we would stick to the learnings, no matter what, not to be distracted by the game situation without an attempt to influence. Helmet discarded, club cap firmly in place, off we go. What unfolded over the next 55 overs was a total of 227 all out (batting one short) and an individual performance of 125 with the overwhelming majority of balls scored from, placed with confidence in a forward direction - repeatedly. The total was enough and the game won next week, completely against the odds.
We look forward to the warring Lions and Blues, moreso to identify those that keep their bottle together when faced with adversity in times of difficulty. When all is done in this stanza, a quiet space will be found to enjoy the taste of a refreshing lager and a dutiful nod to the spirit of Barrel. Long live greatness.
A factual overview as a starting point, and apologies in advance for the mountain of statistics that are absent. First XI debut at the age of 15 for Carlton, scored the first of his 26 district centuries at the age of 18. Overall scored 12,693 runs with only Warren Ayres (14,090 - a recent victim of Flegwart) and Gary Watts (12,933) in advance of this. Played 396 matches, 278 at Carlton and 118 for the Lions. In his nine finals he had a batting average of 77.5 with 620 runs, when the pressure was on, Barrel performed.
An emotional reflection from one of his greatest admirers in Darren Berry, unashamed in his determination to ensure the legacy of Barrel does not fade away.
The warring factions of the Lions and the Blues have come together with the support of those connected to John in awarding a promising junior a new cricket bat as recognition of the qualities that John espoused. Last season the recipient was Torch and this year Panasonic. The decision is not a trivial or fleeting thought, it is carefully considered and based upon qualified substance that is on the path to become enduring. Barrel is often remembered for his preference to think and support others, sometimes to the detriment of himself. This generosity in character can come with time, experience and involvement to these recipients as the game is not always played in the middle or the nets.
Finally, an indulgent reflection from this blogger who walked into the old Bat and Ball in Dudley Street and at the time was in his first season as senior captain, struggling with the willow after coming off consecutive fruitful seasons. Struggling not only with the basic requirement of gathering runs but also the knowledge of leading men. Plus the fact that it was now the end of December and the weather had conspired to limit the number of match innings to only four completed, hallucinations and fear were given plenty of empty space to take hold. The immediate challenge was to chase down a score of 310, in that era of suburban cricket the total seemed impossible - but we had to give it a fair crack. Therefore to be able to hire Barrel by the hour on any afternoon that suited was far too good an opportunity to ignore.
It was December in 1994, had even tried the trick of a new bat (not waiting for Santa) to soothe the wandering mind that was always able to find plenty of reasons and excuses for the struggle with the willow. Bless Barrel for applying some simple logic.
"What number do you bat?" - at the top.
"What is your role?" - score heavily, bat most of the day.
"What shot can you play really well?" - forward defence, straight drive.
"What shot is getting you out regularly - in training and games?" - my better shots.
"What are you doing in your own time to improve that?" - concentrate.
"Are you watching the ball?" - probably not closely enough.
Looking back on the conversation, nothing startling or remarkable here and the type is played out on countless occasions across this great sport at every level wherever the willow and leather collide. Barrel then took me through a simple set up process with position, head and feet, the reference point being David Boon. The purpose to understand the zone to operate within - everything else is left until the innings is properly set. Always the full face of a straight bat. Over the session there were only about twenty balls hit, more time spent on rehearsing and getting the movement right.
Full of confidence, we bounce out the door, but a new pair of gloves on the way, unable to contain the patience for the innings tomorrow. All preparation is as needed, take the first ball, leave a few, work a couple of singles and then the full ball lands in the zone. Weight transfers forward, full face of the blade, hands close and firm, solid contact made as the ball races past the bowler towards the longest fence for a boundary. Moment of pause to admire the result, keep it simple and let the bowling come to me.
Next ball, faster, short and wide with the obvious choice to let harmlessly pass. With the display of poor selection, the blade flashed to catch the ball at an erroneous angle and the catch was taken at backward point. A brutal lesson learnt as the arena was exited.
Fast forward to last game of the season, played on the expanses of East Keilor with the season well and truly over. Only ten players were available and of this group, three should not have been here and never played even the grade below again. Temperature gauge was nudging 42 and a strong wind blowing, toss was won with batting the only choice with the hope we could last until after tea so that any bowling would be minimal. Decide to bat in the middle to resist as best as possible but at 5/38, hope was melting in the stinking heat. Drinks gave a moment to gather thoughts momentarily and reflect on the guidance of Barrel and decide that today we would stick to the learnings, no matter what, not to be distracted by the game situation without an attempt to influence. Helmet discarded, club cap firmly in place, off we go. What unfolded over the next 55 overs was a total of 227 all out (batting one short) and an individual performance of 125 with the overwhelming majority of balls scored from, placed with confidence in a forward direction - repeatedly. The total was enough and the game won next week, completely against the odds.
We look forward to the warring Lions and Blues, moreso to identify those that keep their bottle together when faced with adversity in times of difficulty. When all is done in this stanza, a quiet space will be found to enjoy the taste of a refreshing lager and a dutiful nod to the spirit of Barrel. Long live greatness.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Round 12 v Frankston (Day 2) - The Heat Is Real, We Are Cooked
Decide to start from the Planet as weather is mixed and a desire to see if the Cat Shagger and Jester can build a platform of resistance to launch into attack in pursuit of 294. Again the want and the reality are not connecting, Cat Shagger seemingly lost without the conjoined twin of Trishna mixing up his thoughts applicable to the art of batting. Trigger pulled and a soft collapse of disappointing proportions unfolded against an attack that would not have frightened Casper.
Honest point of worry here is that the bravado in some is far in excess of actual results and the justification for pressure through the Lions ranks is diminishing, as well as time in the season. But we have hope and the disappointment will be overtaken by dreams of triumph and victory.
Off to the ring road to pay the toll in currency and emotion arriving on one side to a snore fest of a contest with no outcome and the other side to a successful chase. Vault Pole gives enough support to the Kebab to close in on the target leaving Sweet Heat to defend a few and enjoy Sando-o exhibiting the whiplash on drive that is launched beyond the nearest moon.
Some batting practice ensues amongst the elder Lions, debutant on the second week in Little Guus quickly learning that a back foot attacking game is required at this level. He gets through undefeated, guided under the watchful gaze of an unbeaten Smash continuing the vein of substantial form. The Heat may have to be encountered again as the result revives their season, but they pay a heavy toll with many of the striking options incurring injuries of concern. Health not a problem for most of the Lions - could even say we had a rest game in some cases.
Scholes Trophy is rapidly arriving, definitely a contest that needs no artificial motivation.
Honest point of worry here is that the bravado in some is far in excess of actual results and the justification for pressure through the Lions ranks is diminishing, as well as time in the season. But we have hope and the disappointment will be overtaken by dreams of triumph and victory.
Off to the ring road to pay the toll in currency and emotion arriving on one side to a snore fest of a contest with no outcome and the other side to a successful chase. Vault Pole gives enough support to the Kebab to close in on the target leaving Sweet Heat to defend a few and enjoy Sando-o exhibiting the whiplash on drive that is launched beyond the nearest moon.
Some batting practice ensues amongst the elder Lions, debutant on the second week in Little Guus quickly learning that a back foot attacking game is required at this level. He gets through undefeated, guided under the watchful gaze of an unbeaten Smash continuing the vein of substantial form. The Heat may have to be encountered again as the result revives their season, but they pay a heavy toll with many of the striking options incurring injuries of concern. Health not a problem for most of the Lions - could even say we had a rest game in some cases.
Scholes Trophy is rapidly arriving, definitely a contest that needs no artificial motivation.
Am I Awake Yet & The Bloody Tote Is Done
Am I awake yet. The Nightmare of Heat Street is tragically real and did happen. Not only are the slash marks on my arms still visible, all the gory detail is recorded in the paper as well.
And if that is not bad enough, The Tote has fallen to government pressure as it is now classed as a venue of high risk! In no way will I pretend to be any more relevantly connected to The Tote than the hard core rockers all over but it does hold a special place in the value chamber of my heart. I had the good fortune of being allowed to enjoy a birthday celebration some years ago in the BBQ area and the Cobra Bar with The Ramones and The Pixies being the only two albums played all night - the rights of the birthday boy. For some light entertainment, the star of Tiger TV did his Rodney Rude McDonalds routine on the small stage - muchos thankos, has kept my rural brother amused ongoing.
Anyway Young Lions, do not ignore an opportunity to bow at the temple of Tim Hemensley and Ray Ahn, The Powder Monkeys and The Hard-Ons respectively are glowing testament to the value of unwavering committment and honesty - bless them.
Structure adjustment required as Max1 has been recalled to the KFC feast, hopefully as more than a groupie this time although improbable. Little Guus may be in calculations but the brain will need some examination, hopefully not too drained from recent kiddie contests that give little challenge but allow a triffid like mass of polyester clad cricket gurus to stride the pathway stage.
Belief to be restored as we have some salvaging to do, Mrs Santa must still hate the Mad Dog Ginger as he has some friends on the side already including Amex and Little Guus. Kebab enjoying the peaceful week sleep of not out and the entree consumed, bring on the main course.
Turn the rock up loud, blow the unwanted cobwebs across the bay. Might just need to check if the scalpel, stethoscope and magnifying glass are in the bag in preparation for minor corrective surgery to reduce the unwanted Heat from further affliction.
And if that is not bad enough, The Tote has fallen to government pressure as it is now classed as a venue of high risk! In no way will I pretend to be any more relevantly connected to The Tote than the hard core rockers all over but it does hold a special place in the value chamber of my heart. I had the good fortune of being allowed to enjoy a birthday celebration some years ago in the BBQ area and the Cobra Bar with The Ramones and The Pixies being the only two albums played all night - the rights of the birthday boy. For some light entertainment, the star of Tiger TV did his Rodney Rude McDonalds routine on the small stage - muchos thankos, has kept my rural brother amused ongoing.
Anyway Young Lions, do not ignore an opportunity to bow at the temple of Tim Hemensley and Ray Ahn, The Powder Monkeys and The Hard-Ons respectively are glowing testament to the value of unwavering committment and honesty - bless them.
Structure adjustment required as Max1 has been recalled to the KFC feast, hopefully as more than a groupie this time although improbable. Little Guus may be in calculations but the brain will need some examination, hopefully not too drained from recent kiddie contests that give little challenge but allow a triffid like mass of polyester clad cricket gurus to stride the pathway stage.
Belief to be restored as we have some salvaging to do, Mrs Santa must still hate the Mad Dog Ginger as he has some friends on the side already including Amex and Little Guus. Kebab enjoying the peaceful week sleep of not out and the entree consumed, bring on the main course.
Turn the rock up loud, blow the unwanted cobwebs across the bay. Might just need to check if the scalpel, stethoscope and magnifying glass are in the bag in preparation for minor corrective surgery to reduce the unwanted Heat from further affliction.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Round 12 v Frankston (Heat) - Day 1
The drive to Frankston, an expanse of black top that comes at a cost (another broken government promise - thanks Mr Bracks) in currency but allows a reasonable time period for sonic pleasure. Mastodon the noise of choice today, the electric rumble being symptomatic of the day to unfold. Unable to fathom the connection of road side art in the form of a miniature hotel to a toll road - more like a cheeky slight towards the greater public.
Frankston by the bay, a picturesque panorama and a wicket table that can appear inviting but has been known when unveiled to conduct in the manner of a wicked seductress. Humid evaporates as the sun comes out with the temperature starting to approach a light sear. Win toss and bat, Tom Tom and Skipper Dick depart with uncertainty earlyish by the clock but Gas Box and Smash settle in with conviction. All appeared on course as a base was established at 2/50, run rate at a lesser rate than preferred but to be at the break in this position more than acceptable.
Warm up completed with 3rd XI, Kitchen Man losing another toss and being given the task of bowling first in conditions that would take some application from a younger attack this week going through a restructure. Kebab displayed some unique bowling preparation through the application of diagonal logic, thankfully the Speed Demons were focused, impact here was imminent.
2nd XI at Schramms were in the field with the recovering (?) Resident Emo out to prove a depth of resilience with some early poles. But as the radiating sun kicked in with serious Heat, it all went wrong on the main ground. Batsman walking out faster than they could get in as one end became a rotating frenzy while Gas Box looked on in mute disbelief, unable to fathom what was so difficult that was not being sent in his direction. Collapse complete and a pithy total to defend. Stoic resistance at Schramms was also unfolding, the diametric opposite while Cookie Monster and the Pirate cut a swathe into the Heat top order allowing the spin pythons to step in and suffocate before Son of Chairman sent down a series of square rocks of dots.
At least the DKP Squad maintained a semblance of normality, reasonable start to be at 3/112 (again) and then a complete collapse to be done with, well shy of 200 that could have given a challenge. Young Jmai giving good sight with another effort of determination.
The mind is frazzled, the logic evaporated, the warnings non existent, get me out of here - I hope that I am dreaming.
Frankston by the bay, a picturesque panorama and a wicket table that can appear inviting but has been known when unveiled to conduct in the manner of a wicked seductress. Humid evaporates as the sun comes out with the temperature starting to approach a light sear. Win toss and bat, Tom Tom and Skipper Dick depart with uncertainty earlyish by the clock but Gas Box and Smash settle in with conviction. All appeared on course as a base was established at 2/50, run rate at a lesser rate than preferred but to be at the break in this position more than acceptable.
Warm up completed with 3rd XI, Kitchen Man losing another toss and being given the task of bowling first in conditions that would take some application from a younger attack this week going through a restructure. Kebab displayed some unique bowling preparation through the application of diagonal logic, thankfully the Speed Demons were focused, impact here was imminent.
2nd XI at Schramms were in the field with the recovering (?) Resident Emo out to prove a depth of resilience with some early poles. But as the radiating sun kicked in with serious Heat, it all went wrong on the main ground. Batsman walking out faster than they could get in as one end became a rotating frenzy while Gas Box looked on in mute disbelief, unable to fathom what was so difficult that was not being sent in his direction. Collapse complete and a pithy total to defend. Stoic resistance at Schramms was also unfolding, the diametric opposite while Cookie Monster and the Pirate cut a swathe into the Heat top order allowing the spin pythons to step in and suffocate before Son of Chairman sent down a series of square rocks of dots.
At least the DKP Squad maintained a semblance of normality, reasonable start to be at 3/112 (again) and then a complete collapse to be done with, well shy of 200 that could have given a challenge. Young Jmai giving good sight with another effort of determination.
The mind is frazzled, the logic evaporated, the warnings non existent, get me out of here - I hope that I am dreaming.
Scramble For Numbers - Two Day Matches Are Back
Injuries have seriously kicked in. The stocks of speed demons have taken a pounding over recent weeks with the trifecta of Little Man, No Name and Fireman as good as gone until 2010/11 and Vardichin slow on the recovery. The Badge and Myo Kimbo showing signs of tiredness that will need some careful nursing as they have proven to be of exceptional value.
Poor Vardichin, the eyes of sadness as he struggles with the frustration of injury. Bravely he fronted up to lead an under strength attack on the weekend, giving his all as is the custom. The competitive fire though is dulled by genuine pain and we may have to exercise caution here.
Plenty of younger Lions involved in the pathway events with several in battle against each other. Desperate having an outstanding carnival as one of the highest ranked spinners while at the bottom age, along with having to survive a week with Sando-oh. Little Guus unable to get the car into top gear, lots of solid starts but the reward of a place in the final to be played at the Big G. Little Guus off to the Big G - enjoy the path and take a moment to reflect with Max1 how special a place it is.
Latest episode of knowledge install is focused on the ability of David Hussey to adjust his feet to allow clean, straight hitting in a classical manner. Game review of the bowling skills of Max1 and Skipper Dick and the glove work of Samurai in recent T20 reveal something directly common with Hussey. Balance, head still and relaxed - basic ingredients for efficient execution of skills repeated.
Danger game for the Lions, the Heat are always a challenge and with all Bushranger players returning a round of intrigue awaits.
Poor Vardichin, the eyes of sadness as he struggles with the frustration of injury. Bravely he fronted up to lead an under strength attack on the weekend, giving his all as is the custom. The competitive fire though is dulled by genuine pain and we may have to exercise caution here.
Plenty of younger Lions involved in the pathway events with several in battle against each other. Desperate having an outstanding carnival as one of the highest ranked spinners while at the bottom age, along with having to survive a week with Sando-oh. Little Guus unable to get the car into top gear, lots of solid starts but the reward of a place in the final to be played at the Big G. Little Guus off to the Big G - enjoy the path and take a moment to reflect with Max1 how special a place it is.
Latest episode of knowledge install is focused on the ability of David Hussey to adjust his feet to allow clean, straight hitting in a classical manner. Game review of the bowling skills of Max1 and Skipper Dick and the glove work of Samurai in recent T20 reveal something directly common with Hussey. Balance, head still and relaxed - basic ingredients for efficient execution of skills repeated.
Danger game for the Lions, the Heat are always a challenge and with all Bushranger players returning a round of intrigue awaits.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Who Would Have Guessed - Wet Again!!
"Heatwave, Code Red, High Alert", the words of terror spat out of the AM radio dial by the lunatic fearmongers who rely on scared bozos and muppets to feed the audio beast. Prefer the way that the heat was described by a laconic business operator from Halls Gap - "we get hot days in summer, this looks like another one". Get on with it, please.
Of recent friends who have fallen, the iconic Rowland S Howard succumbed to illness (liver cancer) with his fragile body unable to reach 2010. Rowland gained acclaim through the song "Shivers" that he wrote as a sixteen year old that was recorded and released by Boys Next Door. As the band morphed into the seminal and crazed The Birthday Party, the wicked guitar noise from Rowland helped this writer through many a dull high school art or textiles class in the formative teenage years. To Rowland, short lived proof that class is eternal and will be duly remembered.
Monday 6pm, 42 degrees was the reported level as only the hardest of hard core presented themselves at the Swan Street Bridge for the running group. The translucent Rooster did not disappoint as he approached, as his ambling gait seemingly fluid, twisted torso glistening with sweat. Slightly scaled back the workload as the conditions had hit the insane, incline work of any solid pace practically impossible without reasonable oxygen available to replenish. Anyway, we were there and worked for the hour as normal. Learnt some more about TRX suspension training, is in the plan for core work deficient Lions - check in with Dyno Bells.
Cricket Management Committee is scheduled with all eventually present, some car trouble delays the Harvey Murray pairing but this allows selection to take place beforehand. As a group perched above, the ability to observe the session unfolding below directed by Smash, an assortment of drills laid out.
A late storm had rendered the surface unfit for cricket activity, shirts off and teams being the instruction. Did take some time for the optics to adjust with the contrast of a semi nude Kebab experiencing body hair regrowth against the toned and chiseled torso of Gas Box. It never fails to confuse how some laconic cricketers become animated and energized whenever a football is presented. Suppose underneath we are all closet Richos.
Running drills and ball games completed with fun and the Chairman departs with support and determination to press our council for further support in the next phase of planetary development. Forecast looks to be on the improve, disappointingly several players that should not be looking for an excuse, decided upon absence tonight instead of an effort to attend and present.
Heading into the business end of the season, every behaviour is scrutinised when it comes to a line ball decision on structure, role and selection. Would always much rather deal with pure form and results.
Of recent friends who have fallen, the iconic Rowland S Howard succumbed to illness (liver cancer) with his fragile body unable to reach 2010. Rowland gained acclaim through the song "Shivers" that he wrote as a sixteen year old that was recorded and released by Boys Next Door. As the band morphed into the seminal and crazed The Birthday Party, the wicked guitar noise from Rowland helped this writer through many a dull high school art or textiles class in the formative teenage years. To Rowland, short lived proof that class is eternal and will be duly remembered.
Monday 6pm, 42 degrees was the reported level as only the hardest of hard core presented themselves at the Swan Street Bridge for the running group. The translucent Rooster did not disappoint as he approached, as his ambling gait seemingly fluid, twisted torso glistening with sweat. Slightly scaled back the workload as the conditions had hit the insane, incline work of any solid pace practically impossible without reasonable oxygen available to replenish. Anyway, we were there and worked for the hour as normal. Learnt some more about TRX suspension training, is in the plan for core work deficient Lions - check in with Dyno Bells.
Cricket Management Committee is scheduled with all eventually present, some car trouble delays the Harvey Murray pairing but this allows selection to take place beforehand. As a group perched above, the ability to observe the session unfolding below directed by Smash, an assortment of drills laid out.
A late storm had rendered the surface unfit for cricket activity, shirts off and teams being the instruction. Did take some time for the optics to adjust with the contrast of a semi nude Kebab experiencing body hair regrowth against the toned and chiseled torso of Gas Box. It never fails to confuse how some laconic cricketers become animated and energized whenever a football is presented. Suppose underneath we are all closet Richos.
Running drills and ball games completed with fun and the Chairman departs with support and determination to press our council for further support in the next phase of planetary development. Forecast looks to be on the improve, disappointingly several players that should not be looking for an excuse, decided upon absence tonight instead of an effort to attend and present.
Heading into the business end of the season, every behaviour is scrutinised when it comes to a line ball decision on structure, role and selection. Would always much rather deal with pure form and results.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Round 11 v University - Country Round (2 + 1 tie + 1 loss) - Doug Rumble Returned
The country round is always a feature on the annual fixture with this season the Lions having the benefit of being the home side, therefore being able to determine the location and venue. As pre season in the Shepparton region had gone well the initial plan was to play a day/night match at Deakin Reserve in Shepparton. Unfortunately as the ground conditions were not to the level as expected, an inspection over the festive break following an alert in December, caused the requirement for the match to be transferred to Mooroopna Cricket Club and a day fixture starting at 12pm.
Both clubs compete for the Doug Rumble trophy in honor of the cricketer who played for each club and passed away in 1986. Rumble was the wicket keeper at Fitzroy when Ray Jordon was not available in the early 70's, transferred to University for 20 matches and then returned to the Lions to complete 167 matches to overall claim 286 catches and 25 stumpings.
With hot conditions expected and the training schedule altered for the first week back, players were given the option to train on Thursday and then travel to Mooroopna as best seen fit. This blogger took the chance to head off early on Thursday and spend an evening at Killeen in Avenel - not the Gretel type from Big Brother - but a homestead belonging to the Fowles family. A final welcome relief of holiday type activity before normality resumes. As supporters of the local wine makers (Plunkett Fowles) and doing our best to reduce the levels of surplus chardonnay (only the quality gear on hand here) - can only recommend to the highest order bottles of "Ladies who Shoot their Lunch". A splendid taste after feasting on whole snapper and lazing on the warm grass while giving the occasional forward thought to the impending release of Furious, Moose, Emo and Torch from the cage.
Arrive in Mooroopna on late Friday afternoon - it is already hot and going to get hotter. The football club are belting out time trials around the lush green expanses of the main oval. Centre wicket inspected by Samurai, Furious and a freshly bleached Fearsome with all pleased by the standard. Furious making note of the hardness that gives a natural rebound and a comfortable approach. Connect with remainder of family to finish all Christmas obligations, a few quiets with the brother to catch up on local sport news and skim through another viewing of Heat (Pacino, De Niro classic - not Frankston) before retiring to dream land.
Collect Torch from the hotel before the others stir, he has Resident Emo as a room mate with all in order so far - no midnight nude rehearsals from the Emo, totally absorbed in the pay TV sports channel. Head off for a coffee and toast to cover the events of the week and qualify support and feelings for the day ahead. It is unknown how the emotions will unfold but we seem to have it together.
Warm up completed, very warm, stinking hot in fact. Skipper Dick wins the toss and has no hesitation in batting first. Plans of a massive total under review with both Skipper Dick and Moose victims of run outs, leaving Smash and Gas Box to take command as the temperature soared with flames erupting from maroon helmets. Hard running the feature of the partnership, the sizeable outfield allowing no cheap boundaries. Gas Box misjudged the tempo to lose his poles, Panasonic nibbled and nudged giving as much strike to Smash with his little legs pumping hard. Little legs under needed modification after returning from an indulgent festive break - the time in the sauna will only help.
Smash brings up his second century of a resurgent season, the moment celebrated with a meaningful gesture to the black armband. We have a special extra Lion today, his presence binding. Welcome refuge during the break is sought in the cool room, a nod of thanks as well to family Gas Box for the scoreboard work.
A final total of 9/240 will take some chasing down, the bowling group is stacked to give control. Furious and Resident Emo give a great start with the runs coming at a trickle. Fearsome and Moose get the initial break throughs, Dyno Bells gaining the key poles and a run out to have the chase at 5/115 and the run rate climbing. Did I mention the heat. It feels like we have busted the level into somewhere high 40's. Energy is draining, fluid seeping from every available pore, the crowd building and well lubricated as they enjoy the lengthening shade.
Skipper Dick returns in a late thrust to damage the remaining batting structure after copping some early punishment. He duly delivers as a mis hit is skied towards Gas Box looking directly into a blistering sun, the initial movements in the wrong direction. As the ball descends all seems to be ending in grief for the Lions but Gas Box thrusts his body against the grain and holds the catch sending the Lions into raptures.
Fearsome enjoying some generous encouragement from the crowd, Moose returns to adminster the last rites. Skipper Dick getting the final nick claimed by Samurai with the Rumble trophy secured and we can all get off this infernal arena.
The post match elation, words of value from Skipper Dick and Smash, drained emotions and the sweet sounds of the song gave a memorable and lasting experience to all present with a wish that the spirit could be captured as an example to all of why sport is at times, beyond just a competition.
Both clubs compete for the Doug Rumble trophy in honor of the cricketer who played for each club and passed away in 1986. Rumble was the wicket keeper at Fitzroy when Ray Jordon was not available in the early 70's, transferred to University for 20 matches and then returned to the Lions to complete 167 matches to overall claim 286 catches and 25 stumpings.
With hot conditions expected and the training schedule altered for the first week back, players were given the option to train on Thursday and then travel to Mooroopna as best seen fit. This blogger took the chance to head off early on Thursday and spend an evening at Killeen in Avenel - not the Gretel type from Big Brother - but a homestead belonging to the Fowles family. A final welcome relief of holiday type activity before normality resumes. As supporters of the local wine makers (Plunkett Fowles) and doing our best to reduce the levels of surplus chardonnay (only the quality gear on hand here) - can only recommend to the highest order bottles of "Ladies who Shoot their Lunch". A splendid taste after feasting on whole snapper and lazing on the warm grass while giving the occasional forward thought to the impending release of Furious, Moose, Emo and Torch from the cage.
Arrive in Mooroopna on late Friday afternoon - it is already hot and going to get hotter. The football club are belting out time trials around the lush green expanses of the main oval. Centre wicket inspected by Samurai, Furious and a freshly bleached Fearsome with all pleased by the standard. Furious making note of the hardness that gives a natural rebound and a comfortable approach. Connect with remainder of family to finish all Christmas obligations, a few quiets with the brother to catch up on local sport news and skim through another viewing of Heat (Pacino, De Niro classic - not Frankston) before retiring to dream land.
Collect Torch from the hotel before the others stir, he has Resident Emo as a room mate with all in order so far - no midnight nude rehearsals from the Emo, totally absorbed in the pay TV sports channel. Head off for a coffee and toast to cover the events of the week and qualify support and feelings for the day ahead. It is unknown how the emotions will unfold but we seem to have it together.
Warm up completed, very warm, stinking hot in fact. Skipper Dick wins the toss and has no hesitation in batting first. Plans of a massive total under review with both Skipper Dick and Moose victims of run outs, leaving Smash and Gas Box to take command as the temperature soared with flames erupting from maroon helmets. Hard running the feature of the partnership, the sizeable outfield allowing no cheap boundaries. Gas Box misjudged the tempo to lose his poles, Panasonic nibbled and nudged giving as much strike to Smash with his little legs pumping hard. Little legs under needed modification after returning from an indulgent festive break - the time in the sauna will only help.
Smash brings up his second century of a resurgent season, the moment celebrated with a meaningful gesture to the black armband. We have a special extra Lion today, his presence binding. Welcome refuge during the break is sought in the cool room, a nod of thanks as well to family Gas Box for the scoreboard work.
A final total of 9/240 will take some chasing down, the bowling group is stacked to give control. Furious and Resident Emo give a great start with the runs coming at a trickle. Fearsome and Moose get the initial break throughs, Dyno Bells gaining the key poles and a run out to have the chase at 5/115 and the run rate climbing. Did I mention the heat. It feels like we have busted the level into somewhere high 40's. Energy is draining, fluid seeping from every available pore, the crowd building and well lubricated as they enjoy the lengthening shade.
Skipper Dick returns in a late thrust to damage the remaining batting structure after copping some early punishment. He duly delivers as a mis hit is skied towards Gas Box looking directly into a blistering sun, the initial movements in the wrong direction. As the ball descends all seems to be ending in grief for the Lions but Gas Box thrusts his body against the grain and holds the catch sending the Lions into raptures.
Fearsome enjoying some generous encouragement from the crowd, Moose returns to adminster the last rites. Skipper Dick getting the final nick claimed by Samurai with the Rumble trophy secured and we can all get off this infernal arena.
The post match elation, words of value from Skipper Dick and Smash, drained emotions and the sweet sounds of the song gave a memorable and lasting experience to all present with a wish that the spirit could be captured as an example to all of why sport is at times, beyond just a competition.
Friday, January 8, 2010
Roarrrr!!! - Lions Have Returned
The Lions have returned en masse in 2010 to resume the remainder of the season in collective good spirits that could possibly yield plentiful rewards if the equations of application and optimism are matched.
Dyno Bells stripping in good condition as the Monday running group kicks back into gear around a dusty tan choking with resolution makers, a solid fartlek outing and incline sprints completed in fine form.
With the planet turf not quite in perfect lunar nick just yet, Tuesday scheduled to be a time trial around the Princess park circuit. A reasonable test to see which Lions have paid attention to more than just personal grooming and allow the local Blues a sneak peek at the glory of the maroon. Some impressive times by Dyno Bells, Furious, Myo Kimbo and Cat Shagger - some ordinary times from the circumspect trifecta of Panasonic, the Badge and Product. An old saying in racing parlance is that "weight will stop a train" - take heed in the break next season youngsters.
First change of character for the New Year, the previously known Exotic Mauritian has returned with a wonderful tuft of erectile follicle work protruding from the centre of his cranium. One could say almost warrior like. Therefore he has become Samurai, another "Sam" amongst the Lions is always welcome, especially as the resident Bad Girl has become unusually distracted of late. Samurai also delivered an offering for the best excuse to leave training early so far this season. His mother demanded that he attend "puppy school" to help with the training needs of a new arrival, presenting another use for inners - what a warrior.
Turf conditions all good for the Wednesday session, bowlers lined up separate before hand to reset the radar and let a few go with loose fingers without the distraction of batters. Session devoted to bat and ball contest, new rocks of whiteness and plenty of energetic banter. Sando whops a rank ball past the centre square with rarely seen power, an indication of the boy becoming aware of the body - keep whacking when valid!!
Review of current club position and then a viewing of match footage showing the footwork used by David Hussey in the Max1 T20 debut v NSW where consecutive sixes were smashed in the most safest of zones, back over the bowlers heads. No wild slogging, just a slight adjustment of the feet and a clean, crisp, controlled straight hit - twice in a row, no fluke.
Lions accepting the importance and significance of this round - competitive and emotionally - all the more tantalising as the Students are a difficult foe to command.
Dyno Bells stripping in good condition as the Monday running group kicks back into gear around a dusty tan choking with resolution makers, a solid fartlek outing and incline sprints completed in fine form.
With the planet turf not quite in perfect lunar nick just yet, Tuesday scheduled to be a time trial around the Princess park circuit. A reasonable test to see which Lions have paid attention to more than just personal grooming and allow the local Blues a sneak peek at the glory of the maroon. Some impressive times by Dyno Bells, Furious, Myo Kimbo and Cat Shagger - some ordinary times from the circumspect trifecta of Panasonic, the Badge and Product. An old saying in racing parlance is that "weight will stop a train" - take heed in the break next season youngsters.
First change of character for the New Year, the previously known Exotic Mauritian has returned with a wonderful tuft of erectile follicle work protruding from the centre of his cranium. One could say almost warrior like. Therefore he has become Samurai, another "Sam" amongst the Lions is always welcome, especially as the resident Bad Girl has become unusually distracted of late. Samurai also delivered an offering for the best excuse to leave training early so far this season. His mother demanded that he attend "puppy school" to help with the training needs of a new arrival, presenting another use for inners - what a warrior.
Turf conditions all good for the Wednesday session, bowlers lined up separate before hand to reset the radar and let a few go with loose fingers without the distraction of batters. Session devoted to bat and ball contest, new rocks of whiteness and plenty of energetic banter. Sando whops a rank ball past the centre square with rarely seen power, an indication of the boy becoming aware of the body - keep whacking when valid!!
Review of current club position and then a viewing of match footage showing the footwork used by David Hussey in the Max1 T20 debut v NSW where consecutive sixes were smashed in the most safest of zones, back over the bowlers heads. No wild slogging, just a slight adjustment of the feet and a clean, crisp, controlled straight hit - twice in a row, no fluke.
Lions accepting the importance and significance of this round - competitive and emotionally - all the more tantalising as the Students are a difficult foe to command.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Farewell to BDC (Meerkat)
An unforeseen tragedy has struck over the festive break. A loss within a family of one of our own. An accident born of innocence that will bond forever within those who were to be in the immediate unfortunate location, or who came together later in the day to grieve and share memories.
As details became clearer through direct conversations with family over the ensuing days, some in person and some over the phone, the bewilderment of having someone so precious snatched without due notice from the garden of life leaves an unexplainable emptiness.
The ceremony to celebrate the life that was, a tribute to all involved in the heartfelt emotions that flowed through the room. An estimate had the crowd upwards of seven hundred, the brightness adorning several adding to the sorrow and respect.
The Torch is now to be confronted by a time of discovery, the Lions will be galvanised to support in every way.
Farewell BDC, may you rest in good spirits and peace.
As details became clearer through direct conversations with family over the ensuing days, some in person and some over the phone, the bewilderment of having someone so precious snatched without due notice from the garden of life leaves an unexplainable emptiness.
The ceremony to celebrate the life that was, a tribute to all involved in the heartfelt emotions that flowed through the room. An estimate had the crowd upwards of seven hundred, the brightness adorning several adding to the sorrow and respect.
The Torch is now to be confronted by a time of discovery, the Lions will be galvanised to support in every way.
Farewell BDC, may you rest in good spirits and peace.
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