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.
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