Today I have to drive for about 3 hours.
Wednesday I’ll be driving for 3 hours again.
I don’t like driving, but what p1sses me off is there is no cricket to listen to.
For some reason I had convinced myself the last of the trev barry games was on today, but alas not for the first time in my life I was mistaken.
When I was a little tacker my family loved to holiday interstate. Since we were poor, this involved incredibly long car trips, mostly in summer, which meant the cricket was on the radio.
Jim Maxwell with his straight commentary, and Tim Lane with his dry sarcasm and slight Australian bias.
Peter Roebuck reminding everyone that Australia aren’t that good, but they are damn good.
Harsha bhogle, getting so excited by the cricket you think he’ll pee himself.
Kerry O’Keeefe actually p1ssing himself, at his own jokes of course.
Dean Jones remembering how damn good he was.
Jonathon Agnew sounding like he was auditioning for Hamlet.
Those were the days.
How my mum put up with it I don’t know, although she does like listening to Kerry O’Keefe, but who doesn’t?
When it was just my dad and I it must have been a pain. But on those occasions when Big Daddy travelled with us, it must have been horrible for her.
The men in our family aren’t known for being quiet, and three of us in a small place is a horrifying thing, you have the farting, and the arguing over the cricket.
Due to my mothers sensibilities we cleaned up our language, which mean me and Big Daddy would go up to 2 hours at a time without calling Atherton a boring ©unt.
Not an easy thing to do.
My favourite memory of those trips was when my dad went nuts at Mark Taylor. He had teken Anthony Stuart (or was it stewart) off with a few overs of his ten to go, after he got a hat trick.
My old mans view was that if a man is swing bowler is on song and the ball is swinging you leave him on.
For the next 5 hours big daddy and I pissed our selves as my old man brought every cricket conversation back to Taylor’s mistake.
Big Daddy and I still laugh at that, it was probably the only time my old man ever bagged Taylor’s captaincy.
The rental car I get better have a cd player.