inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 12 February 2021, luck. Today I thought I’d write about cricket:

They had hyped him up, one in a million,
As the batsman came out from pavillion,
But was fresh out of luck,
Got bowled out for a duck*,
So he trudged back with face of vermillion.

duck = 0

Funnily enough, I thought about posting about this. I watch little enough TV as it is, but somebody – I can only describe them as a complete bastard – decided last week to kick off even the tiny amount that I do watch, first thing in the morning, before I start work. They normally show inoffensive US sitcoms such as Cheers, but last week, the other Mr B decided to replace them with cricket instead!

It seemed to be live, so presumably at that time of day (7 – 8 AM here) it would have been something going on in India or Pakistan?

To add insult to injury, the presenter, who for convenience, I shall just refer to as FW, closed one of the programmes with the cheery statement that there had been something for everybody.

I beg to differ.

There are many people out there who have no clue about the game of cricket. Believe me, you are fortunate! It is watching paint dry! It is somebody pulling your fingernails out, with a pair of pliers! Just, no!


  1. Appreciate your judgement. I cannot agree as I do not entirely understand the game. However, as much as I like baseball, I cannot stand to watch televised baseball games. I enjoy minor league games and will attend now and again. MLB players and owners are thieves; crazed diehard MLB team fans should be insttutioinalized. Whew! I feel better.

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    • It’s funny, places I wish I’d gone to when I was over there include Yankee stadium and Meadowlands, just so I could say I’d been. I tend to think negative thoughts about any top-level sport now, because it is all just about money. I followed soccer bigtime when I was younger, but I understand the world a bit better now.

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  2. Oh yes! Couldn’t agree with you more. Boringest, most pointless sport. Ever. I grew up in a house of cricket lovers. Only one TV (70s of course) and three channels so my long hot summers consisted of watching the boring sport on the telly. Add to that, one of my brothers played cricket as well, so we spent many, many hours on a hot afternoon sitting in what little shade we could find watching his team play. God, I frickin loathe the sport. Of course, I have expertly steered my twin boys away from any involvement in the game. Yay me!

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