I had a very low key day just wandering around. I found a few cricket matches being played at a local park and watched for quite a while ... and still have no idea how the game is played. I think Bill Bryson's description is quite accurrate - from "In A Sunburned Country": Imagine a form of baseball in which the pitcher, after each delivery, collects the ball from the catcher and walks slowly with it out to center field; and that there, after a minute's pause to collect himself, he turns and runs full tilt towards the pitcher's mound before hurling the ball at the ankles of a man who stands before him wearing a riding hat, heavy gloves of the sort used to handle radioactive isotopes, and a mattress strapped to each leg. Imagine moreover that if this batsman fails to hit the ball in a way that heartens him sufficiently to try to waddle forty feet with mattresses strapped to his legs, he is under no formal compunction to run; he may stand there all day, and, as a rule, does. If by some miracle he is coaxed into making a misstroke that led to his being put out, all the fielders throw up their arms in triumph and have a hug. Then tea is called and everyone retires happily to a distant pavilion to fortify for the next siege. Now imagine all of this is going on for so long that by the time the match concludes, autumn has crept in and all your library books are overdue. There you have cricket.
Day 7: http://kellytmiller.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-7-sunday-320.html
Day 7: http://kellytmiller.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-7-sunday-320.html
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