Alright America, enough is enough. This blog has been accused in the past of being a bit 'in-jokey'. We are about to go there for real. If you have no interest or knowledge of cricket feel free to disregard the following.
Ms Bri, I am really sorry, we should go for secret beers some time to make up for all the sports blogging. Weasel, get your arse down here, I've got the keys to the PE cupboard and all the gear. Clokeeey, you may get a laugh out of this.
Today the cricket gear arrived at school.
Today I attempted to teach 20 8 year old Americans how to call 'HOWZAT???!!!' and what the bails were for.
I tried (christ in heaven I tried) to stop them from 'pitching' the ball at each others heads.
I remained calm when asked for the 50th time "how do you score a home run?"
I even took it in my stride when my boss walked in at the very moment that one of the kids got a smack on the forehead with a bat ("Icepack! NOW!")
To be honest, the kids did well.
They totally g0t the hang of defending the wicket without standing in front of it, they understood that to stand in front of it would be bad. They understood getting bowled and caught. There were even a bunch of good strokes. We work on scoring runs next week.
They loved being allowed to yell "HOWZAT!!!!!?" whenever they were in doubt about anything.
Me? I had a blast!
For those interested in the start of the Ashes series, we hammered the Aussies in the first inning of the first test, all out for 190 (pathetic) but then completely failed to capitalise. Typical