When it rains, my joints remind me fondly of Cricket games, played when I was a bit younger. It seems that, with everyone’s family and business responsibilities increasing, that rousting up a team of blokes for a friendly Saturday match, is tantamount to impossible these days.
Oh, well, I probably wouldn’t be able to type, if I remained in the field catching. That said, I recall fondly the matches and the times at the pub afterwards. It’s days like this when you remember the past, like it was yesterday and the funny stories you haven’t thought about for a while – all streaming back to the front of your mind.
Now, I’m not bragging…(Which means I’m about too) but…In this particular match, which we won due in no small part, to some real “arse over elbows” ninja style catches that ended up in me hitting the field hard, (like a high diver into an empty pool) there was cause for a celebration and a pack of ice or two on my bruises.
But it is in the locker room, where the story begins that will lead into today’s topic.










