Well it's fair to say we were robbed.
Despite an ominous weather warning, we were primed
and ready to push for the outright we needed to get
into the finals.
Big bag of grass, lots of piss. Eleven strapping lads
ready to get into it.
Well almost, we had 10. Big fine to Rob Huxley for
lateness.
Win the toss. We're having a bowl. Everything on track.
First wicket goes in the fourth over when 'sticky
fingers' Dennis Huxley takes his first catch since
1998. Things looking great.
Another wicket and they're 2 for nada.............i
can feel it.
Sadly we don't get another wicket for over 150 runs
as Sacred Heart take us to pieces. One of the quickest
hundreds I've seen. Reminiscent of a George Hope innings
(congrats to the new dad too!!) so i'll be fuc@#ed
if we aren't going to have him for a full season next
year.
Hyndmania gets 3........very quiet about it too. No
ego at all. Rapidly becoming the biggest poofter we
have at the club. Wrighty - you still have the title.
Deano 2
Pav typically unlucky.
Another stumping to the club's strike keeper (had
to get that in) (probably not out - Hucca - I had
to get that in Kirschy)
Big Hucca gets smashed. 9 overs, none for 70 something.
Anyways, we roll them for 245. Not looking good for
an outright as they've chewed up 40+ overs but stuff
it, we're ready to go.
Off for lunch.
Little bit of dark cloud brewing over the western
side of the city.
Getting a little darker.
Send Jars and Skinny Chris into open. It's pitch f'ing
black and they can't see it.
Keep going boys, we need this one.
It starts to rain. I mean seriously rain.
Then comes the hail, it's like
being in a paintball machine. Seriously, it's hurting
and coming in sideways. Blokes are using pads, thigh
guards.....anything to protect ourselves.
25 blokes hiding behind a tree, pretty much stuck
and drowning. it's getting scary.
By the time we leave, Fawkner Park looks like a winter
in Central Park New York.
The ground is flooded, looks like it might be a draw.
So boys, no finals once again.
But a great year with lots of laughs and highlights.
Look forward to an end of year debrief to be organised
shortly so we can have another excuse to leave our
families and talk about cricket.
Kirschy
