There’s a certain pleasure in doing something out of character, especially when it surprises those closest to you.
I remember some years ago how stunned a friend was to discover I loved Aussie rules football and fanatically supported a – now sadly-disgraced – Melbourne team. Or when another pal found out I boisterously sang along to Patsy Cline on long car trips. I guess nothing in my general demeanour had prepared them for this. Apparently I look more like a theatre-going, classical music lover than a yobbo in the outer who also listens to overly sentimental C&W music.
So recently, when I had another opportunity to
#30 Do Something Out Of Character
I decided to run with it. There I was in Bowral, in the New South Wales Southern Highlands and there was the Bradman Museum. Bingo!
Now I confess to finding cricket yawningly boring, but with so many aficionados of the game out there, perhaps I’m missing something. Could a visit to the museum convert me? My first surprise was discovering that Don Bradman wasn’t a tall man, if his bronze statue is to scale.
Clearly cricket is a great sporting leveller where skill and practice can trump developmental deficits
And the words of the great man were so inspiring that…
…I began to feel my life, and my character, may have missed out on something very important.
Of course, there’s a quaintness about the Don and I don’t just mean his cable-knit jumper. His noble exhortations don’t quite sit with today’s players’ tendency to relentlessly sledge their opponents and to sneer at the losing team. Not to mention all those match-fixing rumours prevalent on the international circuit…
But perhaps if I could get a handle on all the obscure terms used in cricket, like mid-on, mid-off, silly point and leg slip, not to mention cover point, I too could begin to serve my nation with courage, honour and humility.
Delightfully, the museum caters for absolute beginners, and thanks to this magnificent mural, I’ve learnt so much about cricket that I’m almost looking forward to next Summer’s season and the development of some truly magnificent personal character traits.
But the best bit of the visit?
Mentioning later to a friend who knows me well that I’d been to the Bradman cricket museum and having her say, ‘You? Visiting a cricket museum? You’re joking!’
This is the best laugh I’ve had all week – not that you actually visited the museum but the wonderful mural. It also taught me the names of all those fielding places! Used to LOVE backyard cricket in the days of Bradman BECAUSE there was no sledging and no dirty money involved – now cricket is just as boring and boorish as all those other big money sports we all used to love, tennis, VFL, soccer. Anyway, thanks for the giggle – made my day.
You’re welcome, Katherine
Perhaps we can get together over summer and watch the cricket on the big screen? We could become experts in the rules of the game.
Now there’s a challenge!
Or you could both actually go to a real game! Well done for continually being outside the square leg. Lol
Corker of an idea, Lol,
Watching a real game of cricket did enter my mind when I wrote #16 Attend a Major Sporting Event.
However, on balance, a tragic lack of 20/20 vision, coupled with a significant height deficit means that my chances of seeing a small red ball hurtling through the air at 160kph on some far distant pitch would be negligible.
And I’ve heard that if you blink at the wrong time, you may miss the only action in a whole day.…
I can thoroughly recommend the Boxing Day match for a bit of fun – went with Father a couple of years ago and it was hilarious. I mean it’s as much about going with friends, and the atmosphere, as it is watching the cricket. Like you I tend to find cricket yawningly boring – like most sport – UNLESS I am playing it!
Hmm, let me think about that idea, D
Friends + hilarity = good
39° in the shade + yawningly boring game = bad
The jury is still out…