there’s gold in my box

The most interesting part of todays vb series showdown was waiting and listening for Boony’s little gruff, crackly comments. I found him quite hard to decipher (was he slurring?) but I loved the little electronic beeping that went on prior to a pronouncement. At one point it sounded as though he was saying – ‘theres gold in my box’ – assuredly true but he must have been slurring, a vb Boon doll wouldn’t say that would it? The only thing I was exactly clear on Boony saying was ‘today’s code word is bat’. He said this 8 times and it was all a bit like, ok Davo I heard you the first time. Meanwhile, there were reports coming in from other Boon doll foster families that he’d been telling them how much he enjoyed nachos when the tv wasn’t even on. Which must have been frankly terrifying.

I know that the conspiracy theories are out there – that the Boon doll army is going to come to life and take over the world during the second final. I myself have often dreamt of the Boon figurine standing quietly on the coffee table suddenly starting to shake uncontrollably and eventually bursting into flames and burning the entire block of flats down. It seems a reasonable paranoia to hold.

But the relief came with such personable well humoured gems such as ‘they’re playing totem tennis’ – I guess in reference to the Sri Lankan batting effort. Heals and that Nicholas fellow were wearing Boon moustaches in the commentary box which helped everyone relax.

you can get it dreamin

the long sleep between ashes series (from one day to the next) goes on soundly. there a slight stirrings, and there are dreams: of encounters with dream teams that crumble in a heap; vivid dreams set in pakistan full of hi jinx and subterfuge and with glorious endings; of golden dream boys dropped from the team; of brett lee shopping or singing; of a one day series in new zealand that defies even the logic of dreams with its frenetic nightmarish movement; of a batsman who can never be dismissed; and the greatest dream of all, an immense figure from the past returning to haunt the cricket world with a new prominence.

urn malley, like his fellow dreamers, searches for the fragments of time that have entered the dreams from the future. he looks for the patterns & associations that his sleeping mind discerns out of his compacted past, and sees the next ashes series playing itself out already