What really gets me though, is how long these friggen games are. After a considerable amount of exposure to the sport in my few months here, I never EVER want to hear somebody complain that an NFL or baseball game is too long. Like all things British, cricket is very proper, and thus quite dry and pedantic. It is also the only sport I know of that has a lunch break. No, I'm not kidding, they literally have snack time. The reason that other sports don't have a lunch lady is because they don't take eighteen and a half hours to play. I wouldn't be surprised if they even rolled out mats and blankies and took a quick nap, too. Of course the NFL and NBA have halftime, and baseball has the 7th inning stretch, but an entire lunch? Come on guys. I imagine in my head a long oak table adorned with the finest silver cutlery, butlers serving roasted lamb shanks on a bed of cous-cous, accompanied by shouts of "Hazaa!" and "Right o chap!" Wash it all down with a quick scotch, check to make sure that your mustache is straight, and then it's back out to the oval!
There are several things that I find befuddling about cricket as a baseball player. Firstly, there are no balls or strikes. You can also, as a batter, take as many swings as you like, provided that the ball does not hit the wooden wickets behind you, or someone catches the ball you hit in the air. The batter can hit the ball and not even run! Imagine Derek Jeter at the plate, rolling over a ground ball to 3rd base, and saying "nah, you know what, I don't really like that one, I'm gonna re-do it." Also, there is no fair or foul territory in cricket. Any direction that the ball goes is acceptable, and since it is played in the middle of a large oval, this means that what would normally be a souvenir for a fan at a baseball game is now a good enough hit to run back and forth across the field. Lastly, and this is my biggest issue--there is entirely way too much celebrating in cricket, even for average, anticlimactic feats such as getting a batter out who has not scored many runs. Usually you can find a fielder who has caught the ball in the air tossing it back up from whence it came, but many times this is also accompanied by a cute little jump which echos in your mind phrases such as "yipee!" and "hoo-ray!" Of course my favorite is the giant group hug, where everybody comes in real tight and embraces one another, presumably to check their teammates for a hernia and make sure that each others' aftershave is still fresh. This behavior is enough to make T.O. blush.
Woo-hoo! |
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I must mention, however, as an American AND the rightful owner of a Business Marketing degree, what cracks me up the most about cricket is the largest national sponsor. And that would be none other than the deep southern favorite--KFC. It isn't that this fast food restaurant, who is largely responsible for the obesity crisis in America, managed to worm its way down here and take a strangle hold on an entire sport that shocks me. What shocks me are ad campaigns that boast such claims as "it's just not cricket without the Colonel." Really? Without greasy fried chicken this proper British game just wouldn't be the same? I'm sorry, but when I picture the Colonel, I think of a Mark Twain looking fellow riding a horse through a tobacco plantation, licking whiskey off his mustache and a six-shooter on his hip. I don't picture him in sipping tea through bad teeth and discussing opera with his chaps. Call me a traditionalist, but something just seems so off about the whole matchup, and whoever landed KFC this massive account probably has since retired with a massive bonus, and eats fresh exotic fruit off the body of naked Brazilian supermodels for breakfast. Or something like that...
Something's wrong here... |