First entry & Ashes victory
Here I am, writing my first entry in my new travel blog. Unfortunately, I don’t have any travel to write about currently, since my next trip isn’t until March, when my friends and I are taking a senior Spring Break trip to Puerto Rico. Later in 2007, I plan on visiting my grandparents in England (May) and visiting my boyfriend in Brisbane (August). Hopefully at the end of the year I’ll be moving to Australia permanently.
Until I hop on board any planes, I plan on using this as a semi-planning guide for my trips later in the year and a place to hold my musings about the country I’ve fallen in love with and more than a few would call me obsessed with.
So, the Ashes. The Pommys didn’t do quite so well this year, as my boyfriend James likes to point out to me so I can point it out to my British grandfather. In fact, the Pommys did abso-bloody-lutely terrible. The first series whitewash since 1921? Not such a good way to defend your first series win in a long time.
I really can’t believe I’m even talking about the Ashes. My grandfather always had cricket on when we visited in England, yet an explanation would promptly leave all of us snoring on the couch. When James, his family, and I drove into central NSW last Christmas and we were fortunate enough to listen to the Boxing Day test on the ABC, it again left me snoring, only this time in the back seat of the car. It wasn’t until we actually arrived at his grandparents’ house that I managed to stay awake long enough to realize–that is the point of cricket! James’ father pointed out that he was going to show me the right way to watch cricket, and within ten minutes, every male in the room was fast asleep, leaving the women to listen to their symphony of snores. Since then, I’ve found it a much more interesting game mid-afternoon nap.
In all seriousness, I actually watched the scores rather avidly on the SMH website this year and even understood how to read them! I think it’s great that McGrath, Langer, and Warne got to retire on such a high note, even if Warney didn’t get his ton (100 runs in an innings, and something he’d never gotten before). Now Warney can concentrate on sending naughty text messages full time.
I still think rugby (union or league) is a much more interesting game than cricket, but at least I find it tolerable now. Otherwise, it would be very insulting when James told me he couldn’t talk to me this afternoon because there’s a really riveting cricket match going on that he must see the end of.
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