And can be a smart ass.
But he made 68.
During this innings i stopped breathing, shat myself repeatedly, cried, got angry, worried about everything and generally made an ass of myself.
While Eddie was patient, smart and played proper first day cricket at the pace he likes best.
This made me happy.
Actually, it made me miserable most of the time he batted, but now I’ve survived this innings, like a new born mother with a baby covered in crap, I am happy, tired, and my vagina is killing me, but very happy.
Eddie at the G, yes, a good fucken day.