In the neighborhood around my apartment, there aren’t any parks, so the neighborhood kids play cricket wherever they can find a space.
The boy missed the ball. If I knew anything at all about cricket, I would be able to explain to you the significance of this particularly swing-and-a-miss, but I have no idea. There was much shouting and arm waving, and then the boys all redistributed themselves for the next…shot? bowl? pitch?
I don’t speak cricket.
I will never NEVER understand either the game of cricket or the appeal. The game takes DAYS!! Baseball gets boring after hour 2 (maybe 1) I can’t imagine anything longer.
Anyway, this is a really sweet shot. It kind of reminds of that scene in Wayne’s World where the “game on” their suburban street hockey when the coast is clear and “game off” when a car is coming. Love that this seems universal! ; )