End of season cricket trip is this weekend. Always a great event. We had a very good season but were beaten in the final unfortunately. In fact the onslaught by the opposition batsmen against what was the best bowling attack in the competition (in my humble opinion) was so ferocious that, in the words of our match reporter Alastair, if it were deemed acceptable our fielders may have curled into the feotal position, cried for their mummies and demanded "bitty" as solace against the horror.
So this weekend is about celebrating a good season and drowning our sorrows about our grand final defeat.
I am currently writing a shopping list about what to take to feed the boys. For our first trip three years ago, all I took was meat, bread and sauce. And the complaining I copped at the end of it for not providing anything more healthy was incredible. Fellas, its a cricket trip!!! So the next year we made sure there was a supply of lettuce and tomato and tofu in addition to the meat, bread and sauce. And guess what we chucked away at the end? This year its back to the tried and true staples of meat, bread and sauce. Beer is a given, of course.
