Presidents Day
Sunday, 16th August 2009. The sun is blazing down on Reed Green and both the square and outfield look in excellent condition, thanks to the efforts of groundsman Richard “ride-on” Robertson. It is the most eagerly awaited day of the season for settling old scores as father plays son, brother plays brother, and sister plays on her Nintendo DS as she dreams of being somewhere else, anywhere else, other than Reed Green on President’s day. As the players make their way out, your scribes are eagerly awaiting to report on the proceedings, but as we are also expected to keep scores and serve drinks all bloody day long we do not want to hear any complaints about the accuracy of what follows. From our vantage point on the pavilion veranda we have a near perfect view of playing area. It would be a completely perfect view was it not for the hanging baskets so thoughtlessly, sorry thoughtfully, placed in our line of vision by Andrew “that’s my boy” Emms. But these are just minor distractions compared to the wasps which appear to be nesting in them. Only joking. So, without further ado let us proceed to the days events, so eagerly anticipated by all and sundry in the club. Even now it is obvious that some of the members are already very sundry indeed, and we have only just opened the bar (more of which later). The teams have been selected and the draw pitches Morss’s Marauders against Wardie’s Warriors in the first game of six in the round-robin. This was a very dull affair indeed with nothing of note to report, excepting that the Marauders (55 for 2) beat the Warriors (52 for 2). [...]