I managed to get in a game of cricket today for the first time in about ten months. I’ve been playing occasional games for about five years now in a winter competition in Brisbane. Today was just a trial game prior to the start of this years competition, but it provided a win, which is usually better than a loss, even in a trial.
This means I am currently feeling the aching of muscles that have not been used since sometime last year – despite spending most of the day standing in slips and not being called on to bat. Just two overs of gentle medium pacers was somehow enough to make a muscle in my wrist start aching. I didn’t even know wrists had muscles.
I only managed about two games all last year, but hopefully I can manage a few more this year. It’s a good competition, built loosely around people in bands or linked to music in someway or other in Brisbane – serious enough to be organised, but not so serious as to be unfriendly (usually). It was the subject of a story some years ago on Radio National – the transcript of which can be read here.
The captain of my team is quoted as saying “Cricket is a ballet, isn’t it, it’s a dance, you have to be in your body but not of the moment to really make it work. You can see the way drummers play strokes is different from the way vocalists do it, it’s very interesting.” Which just goes to prove that it’s not just politicians who say absurd and pretentious things in a desperate attempt to sound interesting on the radio. (the bastard dropped a catch off my bowling today, so I had to pay him back somehow).