cove

I had brief words to say yesterday about cricket, particularly its tendency to bore the pants off me. I stand by those comments, don’t get me wrong, but cricket does have its good points. Read this paragraph from an article in today’s Age, by Peter Roebuck:

It is the fate of some sportsmen to be underestimated. Constructed along the lines of a beanpole and inclined to lope between wickets in the manner of a lovelorn giraffe, Vandort belongs in that category. A harmless cove, he seems better suited to stamp collecting than staring down cricket’s most confrontational team.

It’s not every day you hear someone described as a “cove”, harmless or otherwise, let along as a “lovelorn giraffe”. I, for one, like it.

Cricket is so boring, and it goes on for so long, so only those with the most vivid imagination and creative approach to the English language make it through with brain intact.

Well, that’s my theory.

Our various meeja services would be much improved by a more creative approach to language. Wouldn’t you love to hear John Howard denouncing Kevin Rudd’s calumny? Or Mark Holden describing one of the Australian Idols as feculent slugabeds?

Running
The best part about yesterday’s run (apart from the kangaroo) is that today I feel completely rested and ready to do it all again. Well, I would be ready if it wasn’t for the minor detail of work. Ah well, I’ll try to schedule some quality running time tonight. It should be fun.

Trailwalker
I’ve been watching Clarkey’s progress with interest as he trains for the trailwalker. I’m still not entirely sure how he’s going to manage running for 100k. I must admit, I wish I was doing it too, I don’t like turning down a challenge like that.

Ah well.

There’s another team entered called “the girls” comprising, well, a bunch of girls, including Em, Jaykay and presumably some more girls. I’m not sure how they’re going.