bad day, good day, england

Bryce McGain didn’t get picked and then got a small lashing from everyone’s favourite Indian messiah Ganguly.

That’s a pretty bad day for cricket with balls.

But it could be worse, my international team could have been bowled out for 81.

Or I could have awoken to find Tori Spelling beside me.

What’s worse, the 81, or the fact Murali hardly got a snifter of them.

Scratch that, cause the worst thing from that game was monty’s make up. I know I have already vented on it, but it still needs further attention.

While in other news, Australia defeated New Zealand to regain the trev barry cup.

Not sure if that is news, but its something. Ponting made a hundred, that’s definitely not news.

What is important news was my indoor cricket game last night.

The tension, the drama, and the bad umpiring calls.

With a ball to go, myself bowling, some chump batting with all his team mates sledging, the scores were tied.

So I powered into the crease and bowled a perfect outswinger, which defeated the batsmen and ended up in my hands as I ran him out. After all the sledging I decided to turn around and remind their team that I was infact not a pussy or a choker.

Problem is, my brilliant, unplayable outswinger, had swung off the pitch (in the eyes of the umpire) And had to be re bowled. This left the batting side with 3 runs to win, off the new last bowl. It also meant their best batsmen was facing, the same guy who had hit me for six off the second last ball, perhaps I forgot to mention that before.

Me, being the tactical genius I am, thought that as the only way of scoring a 3 was by hitting it to the back net, I would bounce him.

Unfortunately due to my great pace and enthusiasm I may have dug it in a little too short, and although in my mind it was still debateable, the umpire and the sledging batting side, called a no ball. I thought the rule was below the head, apparently its below the shoulders, who knew?

So then they needed one run off the last last last ball, their best batsmen still facing, and all his knucklehead friends still sledging.

I was determined to make this the real last ball, as I was buggered. I changed the angle on him, I went around the wicket and bowled the fastest off cutter I could muster. I didn’t really see his shot, but I do remember the thump into the keepers gloves followed by the run out, followed by me sledging all the batting team whom had sledged me, and then reminding them I had won the game 3 times.

Then I was mobbed, best 8 ball over in 20 years I say.www.cricketwithballs.com "the hooking & pulling specialists"