Sporting Depression

Well, yesterday it was the first day of the season for the cricket club I play for. two of the teams were rained off, the thirds lost and the 4ths lost as well. Bugger.

Now, I am no Andrew Flintoff but I would like to think that I do normally make a difference to the teams I play for. Top order batsman who can bowl. The threes and the Fourths could have done with me at the top of the order going by reports.
But, with my knee royally fucked-up I am out for the season. It didn't hit me until last night that this will be the first season in a long time where I haven't been able to play any type of sport at all. I did get quite maudlin about this last night at home, still am this morning. There are reasons to be cheerful though - I get to see the knee specialist after a two month wait (goddam NHS) on thursday.
still here are a couple of views from last season's victorious league campaign. I am lying under Ralph, Matty and Jimbo on a couch on the outfield in Coton, and the shot is of me retrieving my cricket gear from a tree after two of the juniors left it there. Bastards.