Just a heads up that this blog is long, boring and not funny at all. Just a recount of today.
Well I’m blogging at 1 in the morning, just cos I can. Awesome. Came back a little while ago from “This is It” and everyone I went with agreed that it was just plain awesome. Michael Jackson is a genius. A perfectionist. I’ve always believed that you should strive for perfection with the knowledge that you will never achieve it, cos striving for something you can’t get can really mess up your brain. But tonight I realised that he was perfect. Sure he was perfect in a frame of imperfection, but the standard he set was unbelievable. It’s weird and strangely sad having to write in past tense about him. Anyways, good day all round capped off by a great movie. I would strongly recommend it to everybody. Honestly. Seeing him work is just beautiful.
Anyways something else I wanted to blog about was cricket today. First game since about mid February, and it felt great to be back getting match practice. I was filling in for my brother’s team. Bowled alright, got three wickets, could have got more except some of the batsmen don’t know hoe to edge properly.
Anyways, that’s not the main point that I want to talk about. So what happened was there was this batsman who was playing alright. So a couple of over into my spell I decided to shake things up, and gave him a bumper. Hit him on the side of the upper arm. So I thought, ok I’ll try it again. Next one ricocheted off his shoulder up into his cheek. Luckily didn’t break bones. Naturally I walked over to check if he was alright, and I found him muttering about how I was chucking, and something about learning to bowl. Naturally, I got upset. Naturally, I just bounced him some more. This continued, and I kept hitting him all over the place but I couldn’t get him out. I know I sound like a douche, but whatever. He shoulda had a helmet on. Half way through, he’s still talking trash and he calls for a helmet.
Soon, I can’t get him out, and I have to stop bowling cos I reach my limit cos I’m under 19. So I stop bowling. So the batsman takes his helmet off. Another blower comes in, first over bounces him and the batsmen tries to hook, misses and takes it full in the face. I was standing at short cover a couple of metres away. Second time I’ve seen a nose absolutely shattered by a cricket ball. Interesting experience. Blood squirting all over the place, nose all in bits. Pretty messy all up. Crazy world.
Anyways, here’s something I thought of that kinda summed up the situation: (PS James co-signed it)
Cricket balls may break a nose, but words will sometimes anger me.
Speaking of things James has co-signed, here’s my analogy for love:
It’s like going to the beach. You’re already half way there when you realise you’ve left the sunscreen at home, but it doesn’t matter cos you’d happily take the sunburn so you can play in the water and the sand.
Pretty boring post for all you non-cricketers. Keep it real. Boss.
