That isn't cricket EricSure they get upset with "bodyline" ... and even more upset when the pitcher takes a shot at someone's head ... but they don't bitch and whine to the umpire, or, heaven forbid, write a letter to the Times; the batter heads to the mound to beat the ever-living shlt out of the pitcher .... the benches clear ... a massive, and usually entertaining, brawl occurs ... and then we go back to the game.
That isn't cricket Eric
Quite true Barrie, I remember facing Chester Watson, West Indian Pro for Church in the early 60s, in the nets, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a tad scared, he was like grease lightning, but you had to stand there and take it, stiff upper lip and all that
Quite true Barrie, I remember facing Chester Watson, West Indian Pro for Church in the early 60s, in the nets, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a tad scared, he was like grease lightning, but you had to stand there and take it, stiff upper lip and all that
. The temp could be as low as -3
. At last weekend's Western Conference final in Calgary, where the Riders whupped the Stampeders, it hit -20.Quite true Barrie, I remember facing Chester Watson, West Indian Pro for Church in the early 60s, in the nets, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a tad scared, he was like grease lightning, but you had to stand there and take it, stiff upper lip and all that
Jay, we must just have missed each other as I joined up in '61 and he got injured in a car crash soon after that.
Gilchrist was the one that frightened me - think he went to jail for attacking his wife with a poker - played for Bacup or one of the other Rossendale clubs.
As for attacking the bowler/pitcher - well, if you can't stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen.
However, looks like the temperature for the Grey Cup game this weekend will be around -10 ... a gorgeous winter day in Edmonton.
I can remember going over to see him play but when we got to the ground we heard he wouldn't be playing as he'd been in a car accident, mind you his replacement wasn't a bad un Barrie, some bloke called Garfield Sobers stood in for himJay, we must just have missed each other as I joined up in '61 and he got injured in a car crash soon after that.
Gilchrist was the one that frightened me - think he went to jail for attacking his wife with a poker - played for Bacup or one of the other Rossendale clubs.
As for attacking the bowler/pitcher - well, if you can't stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen.
Roy Gilchrist play at Bacup, and he was a nutter, and was only a relatively small chap reallyI can remember going over to see him play but when we got to the ground we heard he wouldn't be playing as he'd been in a car accident, mind you his replacement wasn't a bad un Barrie, some bloke called Garfield Sobers stood in for him
I remember Polly Umrigar, he smoked a pipe, my Uncle who was on Church CC committee at the time asked my Father to make him a tobacco box, he turned it on a lathe and polished it and Polly came to our home to pick it up, think I was about 9 or 10 at the timeAustralian spinner was the 1st one, then Polly Umrigar, can't remember if anyone after him before Chester - boy, did life get hectic after that - bouncers that the wkt keeper couldn't get to. That sort of thing went on to my time in the RAF, but gave it up in the '70s, pitches crap, bowlers too fast, eyes and reactions too slow - one on the forehead hairline and one on the temple, fortunately wearing spectacles
Its not boring if you've actually played the game EricAs Oscar Wilde said ... ok, he didn't, but he would have if he had given it some thought: the only thing more boring than cricket is people talking about cricket.
Its not boring if you've actually played the game Eric
I started playing in the street then graduated to the Triangle which was top side of what is now Foxhill nature reserve and eventually to Church CC and finishing in the Ribblesdale league with Ossy Immanuel, oh for those days of leather onPlayed it lots of times ... and enjoyed it .... but as a spectator sport, nah. I love Curling too ... even old farts like me can do it ... but I don't watch it all that often, maybe the final games of the Briar, the Olympics, or the Worlds. (I was a below average bat, worse bowler, but not bad in the field .... but I had fun). When the weather co-operated, there was always at least one game going on in Mercer Park ... or on the street, before everyone decided he needed a bloody car.
