The season is over and, as is now
traditional, it's about time I updated my blog after rather a long
break. So, we need to talk about Saturday, because it was a classic
of its type.
I was rather non-plussed at having not
bowled the previous week at Onneley & Maer, so further to that I
was, shall we say, just a tad peeved to receive the following text on
Tuesday:
“Hi m8 sorry 2 say haven't picked
u this Saturday, we needed a keeper as Harper couldn't play so had 2
swap u, hope u can still cum down n support us with it bein last
game”
So if Matt Prior
broke a finger and had to miss a game, Swanny would also have to miss
out? Hmm, I don't quite see how that immediately follows. Dropping me
from the last game of the year is annoying enough without feeding me
what is patently a cock-and-bull story of an explanation. I don't
know what the real reason was, and I don't really care. There's a
basic lack of candour about that message that I can't help but find
pretty insulting.
Guess what turned
up in my phone a few hours later?
“Sorry lads just 2 let u no this
Saturday game has been CANCELLED, Oakamoor can't get a team, please
still cum down to the club 4 sum drinks 2 celebrate a gd season”
Played 18, won 2,
drawn 1, lost 15. Presumably “gd” does not, as you would
initially assume, represent a somewhat superfluous shortening of
“good”, but instead stands for “gigantically disappointing”
or some similar combination. It must do, after all, if that's good,
what would be bad? Anyway, a couple of days later he's
asking if I'm available as a friendly match had been arranged with a
team called Enville and someone had dropped out since Tuesday.
