No not the insect I mean the game of Cricket. I present here two cricket related posts that I would have done separately but then I didn’t.
Every few years the rights to screen cricket test matches on television are auctioned off to the highest bidder, which from 2006 will be Sky Sports. This pisses the hell out of me, there’s no way that I’m paying a subscription and make Rupert Murdoch even wealthier to watch cricket. This is going to backfire horribly I feel.
Coincidentally I noticed the following at Coudal Partners today.
How To Explain the Rules of Cricket
You know the big tent at the east end of the county fairgrounds? Next to the show barn? Imagine it’s an oval filled with 90,000 Pakistanis who love to watch pie-eating— who love pie-eating more than soccer —even though it seems to the rest of us that eating pie would be a fairly unpleasant reminder of British Colonialism.
OK. Got it.
The area where the table is, where the pie-eaters sit, is called “the pitch.” At either end of the pitch is a line marking “the crease.” Now, let’s say that inside one of these creases, your pies are cooling on top of three sticks, which are called “stumps.” This contraption is called a “wicket” and there’s a man attempting to knock the wicket over by throwing a ball at it.
Is he the other pie-eater, trying to ruin my pies?
No, the other pie-eater is on your team, and he’s standing in front of his own wicket of pies at the other end of the pitch…
As well as explaining cricket they produce excellent Jewel Boxes for CDs and DVDs, which I have put to good use in my CD-ROM Reminiscences of Sherlock Holmes.
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