In summer, my Sundays are often taken up with cricket. I play with a bunch of other over-competitive and overenthusiastic guys who I have known for a very long time.
When I was a boy, cricket was very, very English. Anyone who spoke English and anyone from a big town could play. And that was it.
There is still nothing in life as constant and as changing at the same time as an afternoon at a ballpark.
I hate baseball. It's dull. Nothing happens. It's like watching grass - no, Astroturf - grow
Baseball is for the leisurely afternoons of summer and for the unchanging dreams.
Baseball is a pretty sight and a nice experience, win or lose, particularly if it is watched in a nice park.
I'm going to start water skiing someday...as soon as I can separate it from being dragged by a boat.
Village cricket spread fast through the land.
Play ball! Means something more than runs Or pitches thudding into gloves! Remember through the summer suns This is the game your country loves.
The fundamental truth: a baseball game is nothing but a great slow contraption for getting you to pay attention to the cadence of a summer day.
