The 'F' Word

No, not THAT 'F' word... Another one. It's generally been a FRUSTRATING weekend on and off the cricket pitch.

Saturday, we had a game vs ... someone. They only had 10 vs our youthful 11, but to be fair, this probably made it more fair. Another player for them and it would have been much more difficult. But my Saturday, after getting to sleep at a quite frankly, ridiculous, 6.30am, started much earlier than I had anticipated given I was called at 10am, by a new found friend with an SOS call. Would be unfair to write publicly what's happened, but it mainly involved being a taxi to Clapham and back a few times. Despite the exhaust nearly falling off for a second time, given the first time was nearly a botch job, I made it back in time to go to cricket, (with a few team adjustments after a couple of people lied to go and play elsewhere), and got there just in time. Why some people make up ridiculous lies to go and play elsewhere, 2 hours before a game, is beyond me. Why do it?

Anyway, the game itself was short and sweet. We batted first, I got a nice 48 with 9 boundaries, and every1 else bar a couple got out fairly quickly, giving us a measly 125 to defend with them 6 wickets down by the end. Was generally quite boring and frustrating actually, but I sort of knew it was going to be like this. I only stayed to get a good bat, (anywhere else and I'd be useless), so I have to put up with it.

After a good night's sleep, Sunday was here and a prospect of a better game. We were up against Cople, (who I hd hit a ton against last season, remember?), but this time, we fielded first. Was desperately slow, and frustrating... (Those two words again..), and we came up 13 short of their 174 target. I was snaffled down the leg side for a rubbish 13, although I did walk. I'm proud of my sportsmanship these days, but like I say, there is no point in lying. Just creates confrontation, and that is the last thing I want, or need. I took a decent catch in the last over, positioned at cover, but all-in-all, was rather frustrating. It never helps when the captain attempts to cover his own tracks by blaming individuals. Over-competitiveness coming to the fore. Once again, I don't understand it. It's Sunday league cricket... Lay back and have a laugh...

This evening has been filled with people discussing their problems, (or lack of), and they all seemed to come to me for advice. I don't mind listening to people's problems. In fact, I almost like it, but it does get a bit much when 6 people are all doing so at once, even if 1 of them was a rather poor attempt at a prank. Mr Beddoe had attempted to get revenge for the Prince's Trust joke, but it kind of backfired as me and Kettle countered. I can't be arsed to explain it to be honest, but Beddoe needs to learn his lesson. Don't mess with the Mitten!

So, a frustrating sort of weekend. Only 1 game next weekend also, so an even longer week of complete boredom coming up. Unless something magical happens, and let's face it, it won't. More frustration.