- Ask brother if he will be watching them. If he is, I have less of an excuse for doing normal things, like sleeping.
- Put up with the rubbish TV that you get just before midnight, while brother takes a nap under the heap of blankets he intends to occupy on the sofa.
- At 11:30, turn on to the commentary prior to the start of play. At 11:32, turn back to whatever I was watching before (an old Victoria Wood Christmas special, as it happens) to wait for midnight.
- Midnight. They're not on the pitch yet. Why aren't they on the pitch? Oh, here they come.
- Shortly after midnight. Watch Strauss leave a straight ball from Bollinger. Get frustrated at the time it takes for Trott to get ready at the crease.
- Watch meandering run getting.
- About half an hour later, realise that I'm a wimp, give up, and get some sleep.
Saturday, 4 December 2010
Watching the Ashes
There is a strange sort of madness that comes with the Ashes, and it stems mostly from the fact that the two teams playing one another live on opposite sides of the world. I'm talking, of course, about the crazy urge to watch them live on TV rather than waiting for the highlights. The pattern goes something like this: