adelaide oval forever – day 5 : re-entry

hours now after the end of the test match and im struggling to readjust to life outside the adelaide oval. theres still damp laundry in the machine that i must have put on this morning though i dont remember it. the dishes haven’t been done since day 1. i want that feeling of euphoria at the end of a great test match to last forever. i haven’t eaten & there is no food in the flat but food isnt much of a necessity in comparison to test cricket.

there’s a negative presence in the england squad and he will certainly be dropped my fear is that its too late today the negativity was already festering & spreading in the adelaide heat

flintoffs face as he ran in to bowl his final few overs of the match was devastatingly sad to behold. he was in all sorts of pain ankle and heart busting himself to keep his head up and carry his team boldly onward in a situation where boldness was as scarce as water.

day 9 poem : player profile for michael clarke

jen (dark crystal)

my fervour for revenge

led me here i do not need

the encouraging tone of the mystic summons

their tricks of righteousness i will bring down

the skeksis for my own desperate reasons alone

then the alignment of the suns is a dramatic

consideration only ve closely

studied the aesthetics of revenge

fintoff commands the shadows &

the hard twisted bodies and wills of the english

their beaks and their claws and stinking breath

are useless against my lithe body and beautiful

head my will is firmer than theirs they die now

for what they exacted upon

my gelflings ve purity &

goodness thats nothing but helpful propaganda

anyway my project is above histrionics the crystal

is a tool in a weak minded prophecy i use to form

alliances and delineate evil m a

skilled diplomat of revenge

adelaide oval forever – day 4, or, to be inside the head of a channel 9 cricket commentator

as the day began the excitement was the same as in the lead up to day 1 in brisbane. it was as if the ashes were commencing all over again. everything was totally back on. every delivery was going to be vital. the game was about to explode into action. one explosive period of play from any cricketer could turn the series. gilchrist began to explode. shortly after he brought up his 50 bill lawry had him on a hundred before lunch. this made me think about how wonderful it would be to reside for a while inside the head of a channel 9 cricket commentator – the scenarios that get played out there, the fantastic ecstasies they live through. when warne reached 22 heals had him reaching his maiden test century.

throughout the early periods of play gilchrist was visibly and bravely battling his own fragility. he was circumspect and feeling for things that may or may not have been there. as i watched i could see these feelings becoming more certain. the explosion began to take shape. travesty of travesty when he fell to giles. giles had nothing but his own awful bowling to thank for the wkt. his only weapon is how poor his bowling is. i was actually getting quite angry watching him bowl today. i dont like writing negative stuff about test cricketers mostly i think theyre all frikkin ace, but im afraid ashley crossed a threshold today – im not going to hold back, he is shithouse. warne was fresh at the crease. it was really the moment for england to launch one last big press to keep the chance of victory alive. astoundingly giles went over the wkt and bowled into the rough outside leg stump. warney just kept padding him away. i found giles decision making completely unbelievable. warne himself resorted to this tactic during england’s first innings, but it was forced upon him by the new planet, the new god. giles was bowling to warne and he still had no belief that he could actually get him out. giles was as full of fear of the batting prowess of warne as warne had been of pietersen. ashley giles is a bane to the game of cricket. one can easily envisage, even without being a channel 9 cricket commentator, that had giles bowled in any ordinary combative manner, england could have gone into the second innings still leading by 130 runs or so. the sooner he is poached by the english lawn bowls team the better for cricket.

it was nice watching clarke reading the shape of the deliveries.

oh yeah and clarke was dropped by giles off his own bowling – a chance that giles barely remembered even to make an effort to catch. instead he ended up in this lawn bowls pose.

adelaide oval forever – day 3

matthew hayden has a very lovely pink bright bat handle.

i didn’t get to see much of the cricket at all today. mostly saw the bit where matty was batting. it wasnt much. the only notes i wrote today were these two-

1. heavy ball

2. balls a culmination

i think mark nicholas was about to try and describe the physics behind the ‘heavy ball’ that flintoff bowls but stopped. and the second was some reference to someting heals said about some delivery bowled by hoggard or someone. he was saying something about the epic history of work and effort that is behind every delivery.

day 7 poem

since david fine’s been writing poems to the tune of various little well known ditties i thought id take a liberty

to the tune of the unguarded moment (the church) and the character array of mean girls

see him disseminating information

i knew youd find him drinking

down those bars with carbs for dust

yeah the gags dont make me laugh

they only make me feel like catching

practice

(key : the first person (lohan) is KP the 3rd is el warno the 2nd is ponting & buchanan )

adelaide oval forever – day 1

after seemingly endless sleepless nights anticipating the return of test match cricket to the tv screen the adelaide test commenced amidst a discourse on tradition and scoreboards that never change the 3 old stands at the oval are the exact same stands as when richie benaud first played there in 1650 though he conceeds they may have a few spots of new paint on them. this kind of talk always steeps that adelaide oval test in tones of sentimentality. upon the traditional cricket ground a traditional test match is being played. england are off to a sedate start. in delightful contrast (benaud) to the unchanging stands are the subtle and infinite variations of warne and stuart clark.

day 6 poem

cathedral end

benaud loves his scoreboards

that never change and wants all

his test matches sedated under

the sentimental spell of the adelaide

air the selectas too have shown faith

the scoreboard changes only slowly

and therell be endless sleepless nights

anticipating a return to 0 in this city weve

no affection for time