Cricket - Just Marvellous

So the sunny good times of summer have arrived and therein comes the ever delightful and astoundingly boring game that stops a nation (and incidentially stops my beloved), thats right Cricket. Personally I am all for the 'golden oldie' looks of Glenn McGrath, Stephen Fleming and Daniel Vettori but its the actual way that cricket seeps its way into my daily life to the point that my beloved is organising the time of dinner, social outings, and 'breaks' (a moment taken to visit the bathroom, refill the glass etc) around this pointless, dull and often very very time consuming game.

The Ashes appears to be a particuarly drawn out process when England and Australia slave away over a number of days all for the glory of the ashes which incidentially is named after a satirical obituary published in an English newspaper, The Sporting Times, in 1882 after the match at The Oval in which Australia beat England on an English ground for the first time. The obituary stated that English cricket had died, and the body will be cremated and the ashes taken to Australia. The English media then dubbed the next English tour to Australia (1882-83) as the quest to regain The Ashes.

Oh yes girls, fascinating stuff.

It gets better and better. Another delightful addition to my house this year was Boony and Botham http://www.boonanza.com.au/ who are two plastic figurines who have taken to proclaiming they would like some nachos at 3am in the morning and also the location of their thongs, warm beer, spanking, pies etc at other obscene times, at the moment these two have more pull than me in the house. Asking my beloved to come and assist with dinner, take the bins out usually cites a response of "I will do what boony says" ie. get me a beer that crickets about to start. Funny as (sarcasm alert).

So ladies - the question is posed, how do you cope with cricket?