The Old Cricketer
Every muscle in my body aches.
I can barely hold a bat.
There’s only one part of me that still works,
and I thank the Lord for that.
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Damian Balassone is a failed half-forward flanker who writes poetry. He is the author of 'Strange Game in a Strange Land'.
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Nice DB. As always.
Alerts me to that great speech called something like the seven ages of cricket.
Magnificent.
[insert laughing emoji here]
A bit of research reveals that the one part(s) of you that still works are:
Nerve endings – present in most body tissues, that only respond to damaging or potentially damaging stimuli.
Yes, we should all thank the good Lord for that.
Cheers!
Cheers all. JTH, if that is true then I reckon I’ve just entered the seventh age.
Thanks DB. So true.
Prior to my most recent cricket comeback I booked the Monday off for recovery. On the prior Thursday I extended my leave to include the Tuesday and Wednesday. It was a good decision because despite only bowling about five overs of unfathomably modest medium pace, I needed each of those days.
Are you fronting up again in the whites?
Just a one-off Mickey. My first (competitive) game in 25 years. Bowled six overs of (very slow) off-cutters, unchanged. Had a ball. Woke up the next day barely able to move. And then the next day….holy heck! By Friday I was back on track.