That ain’t cricket, mate

Oh, but it is!

After today’s Mariners loss (I toughed it out, sadly), I went to Marymoor park with Conor to work on my pitching arm. I don’t have any photos of that – it would be far too hilarious for the average person – but we did stumble across a cricket match on our way back from one of the numerous baseball diamonds there.

The first time I really noticed cricket was when I was with Tom in Australia during the 2008 holidays. It was just about everywhere – being played around us, and on TV.  We went to the Perth zoo in 107 degree weather, and there was a group of men in a park across the street, with white sweaters (sweaters!) and white pants playing the game in temperatures that just about killed me in shorts and a t-shirt. I know that it is a precursor to baseball, but I cannot for the life of me figure out exactly how it’s played. I haven’t done much research on purpose – I’d almost like it to remain a mystery, at this point. More interesting that way.

The pitcher/bowler had a very interesting exaggerated overhand throw, but the ball is always thrown down, like you might throw a ball into the dirt by the plate in baseball. There’s a batter on each side, and they’re both wearing what looks like catcher’s leg guards (which I realize is where that particular item of baseball gear was adapted from). When the ball is thrown and actually hit by the batter, both batters run back and forth between the wickets, while the fielders do something that looks vaguely like baseball fielding, but without the urgency of such. It also looked like the batters were required to touch the ground with their bats at a certain spot.

We watched them for about 20 minutes or so until it appeared that the game was over. But as we got back into the car, we realized that it was likely far from it – sides had reconvened and the players were preparing to continue their match.  Fascinating game. Now that I know that there is a dedicated field for it in Marymoor, I might try passing through there on Sundays again in nicer weather. It makes me want to wear a big hat and take a picnic lunch or something.

Day off for the Mariners tomorrow. I am very thankful for it, and likely they are, too. The Detroit Tigers are coming into town, and our next tickets are for Wednesday’s afternoon game. I understand Miguel Cabrera will not be with the team, and I should probably be grateful for that, but I get the distinct feeling it’s likely not going to matter. Mariners baseball is becoming more and more dissatisfying by the day. All I can do at the moment is hope for wins at games I’m actually at, because wishing for anything else is starting to feel pointless.

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