Thank goodness for sport. It takes our minds off important things.
Be honest, how often have you worried about your bills in the last few days? Not as much as you’ve thought about the demise of our cricket team, I bet.
Aah, sport! What would we do without a diversion like our national team playing badly? Distraction brings a strange sense of comfort. The distress etched on the faces of the Australian cricket team is a reminder that when life is bad, it can only get better. For this we should be thankful.
While out cricket team has been copping a barrage from all directions, consider, in actual fact how they are really helping us.
Ricky Ponting and his men have been doing us a huge favour. Many cricket followers have been venting their frustration for weeks, (some, months and years.) What a therapeutic, soul cleansing experience.
Consider the stuff ups. Shane Watson- what a legend. That anguished look on his face when he ran Hughes out was a cry for help.”I want to be ordinary. I want to be like the rest of you and make mistakes. I want you all to know just how imperfect I am !” His desperate plea for attention made me feel compassionate.
God bless the selectors for choosing Phillip Hughes . That dreamy, blissfully unaware look on his face beams nothing but hope and ambition.
Michael Clarke is a delightful reminder of why I treasure having grown up in the no frills, no fuss era -when performance mattered more than any amount of preparation and puncing around.
Ricky Ponting has been much maligned. But Punter cares. He wants us to embrace and know suffering. Ricky has made me think a lot about sharing and being less selfish. Furthermore his misery has motivated me to clean out cupboards and take up gardening.
Yes , sport can be truly liberating and for that I’m thankful.
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Beautiful Pamela – I feel better already. Not sure that I’ll be cleaning out any cupboards though!
There aint no cupboards big enough. However, yesterday, The Handicapper had me cleaning up the study (should I say, setting up the study after returning from Canberra three months ago). The Handicapper doesn’t believe in the punt but she does believe in starting the new year with a clear desk. The odds on that? Lengthening as we speak, with 14 hours to go.
Perceptive and insightful Pamela. You capture the allure of getting
lost in sport as a meaningful distraction beautifully.
Ricky’s predicament is very human, the narrative of a man at the crossroads in age and in the twilight of a brilliant career, overshadowed by the failure of delivering the most symbolically important trophy in Australian sport to a public with short memories and increasingly shrinking attention spans.
Thanks Phil. It’s actually sad watching Ricky’s Ponting’s decline. He has been an outstanding batsman. The real trick is timing isn’t it? Anticipating when the right time to go is. CA should be more insightful in planning and determining this -not leaving it up to players themselves.
Dips- don’t you have roses tó prune? Or did you do them all in angst during the football season?
JTH -glad you’ll be starting the New Year on the right foot.
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“The Handicapper doesn’t believe in the punt but she does believe in starting the new year with a clear desk”, that poor sainted woman….what she must endure!