That winning feeling – and inspiration

Intoxicated.

It’s the only way I can describe the way I feel since I became a die-hard cricket fan.

There are moments where I grin broadly for no reason that would be apparent to anyone around me – I’m sure many have thought I must be a crayon short of a box at times.

There has also been many a sleepless night, plenty of distraction from what I should have been doing at work, inexplicable energy for all things cricket at moments when I would normally be feeling destroyed, and I’ve driven everyone I know mad by talking about cricket incessantly.

I guess it’s a lot like being in love…

It’s not even all about the winning – I’ve been feeling odd in this way on and off since Ashton Agar’s record-making Ashes debut innings in July, all through that challenging Ashes series in England and it hit full swing by the Gabba Test in November. I’ll admit it’s intensified since then with the extraordinary success of our boys.

Taking a break from the heat day 3 to check out the view from the MCG rafters - watching Milo Kids girls doing their thing.

Taking a break from the heat day 3 to check out the view from the MCG rafters – watching Milo Kids girls doing their thing.

Only now, at the ripe age of 40 do I finally understand the joy of being a sports spectator, of  getting caught up in the fortunes of a favourite team and captivated by the complexities of the game.

If I’m honest, I’ll recognise it as another form of my favourite pastime, which til now had mostly presented in the form of obsessively watching and re-watching favourite period dramas, or devouring historical documentaries.

I speak of course of escapism.

Mitch Johnson takes time between balls to sign countless signatures for fans young and old.

Mitch Johnson takes time between balls to sign countless signatures for fans – what a come back he’s made! Super inspiring.

Going crazy in the MCG crowd on Sunday when Chris Rogers achieved his maiden test century on Australian soil – and at his adopted home ground no less – will be a moment of joy frozen in time that remains with me for many years to come, a moment when I thought of nothing else.

It will probably inspire countless crazy-woman random grins as I recall that excitement, the charge in the air and my completely unguarded happiness at witnessing first hand this achievement by one of my favourite players – and ideally this life-affirming recollection will return to me again and again at times when I most need it. That achievement of a hard fought goal by a grafting, modest and down to earth person is particularly special to me.

Similarly I imagine I’ll also recall the memory of those English wickets falling steadily to Lyon to give him his first 5fer on Aussie soil Day 3 – amidst the madness of rubbish flying around the great cauldron after the abrupt cold change swept through, whipping up the on-field tempers in the process; and that final boundary shot by Watson to seal the eagerly anticipated win at the end of Day 4. I even found the spectacular fall of Aussie wickets on Day 2 strangely enthralling: the way a long form game can shift so suddenly is a great revelation to me.

We all need something to smile about. And I seem to have found cricket, finally, and made it a key part of that armoury that provides a source of joy and escape from the everyday.

Early on in 2nd session day 4 - Rogers waits for yet another long Cookie conference between overs. But the ton still came!

Early on in 2nd session day 4 – Rogers waits patiently for yet another long Cookie conference between overs. But the ton still came!

I’d be lying if I said it was all smiles and happiness. There are moments that have made me angry or frustrated – the poor behaviour of some of the crowd; time wasting such as in the last session of this Boxing Day Test when Cookie tested everybody’s patience with his lengthy conferences between overs, which only delayed the inevitable; learning the uncomfortable truth of the brutal sledging which is apparently common on field. Frankly, I’d rather just not know! Turn off those stump mikes. Call me a girl…

Aussies in the nets before the start of day 4 - inspiring hundreds of families there as well.

Aussies in the nets before the start of day 4 – inspiring hundreds there as well.

At the end of the day though, the intoxication of being so inspired to learn, to grow and have new experiences is a state of being that I wouldn’t give away for anything.

Who knows, it may even inspire me to start playing sport. Now that would be even more life changing.

Turning tables, divided loyalties

I’ve been a bit quiet on the Cricket Explorer front I know – odd considering the Aussie achievements of the last couple of weeks!

It’s partly because I’ve been busy hanging out with parents and rellies from interstate, and therefore had folks around I could bore with cricket talk and questions instead (though Dad seemed pretty happy about it to be honest!) – but mostly because I’ve been breathless and on the edge of my seat with anticipation and excitement, and therefore incapable of sitting still and writing anything longer than a tweet or brief fb post!

So, what can I say? Johnson is in phenomenal form. Just extraordinary.

His knocking out of Anderson’s middle stump during day 3 of the Adelaide Test today – and the subsequent glare – was inspiring, exhilarating and frightening at the same time. Grand drama!! I can’t wait to see the next time Johnson’s in to bat, I wonder who’s going to be bowling to him…

I do worry about myself a bit though: I can feel myself starting to have more than a fleeting  semi-expat interest in – and compassion for – the fortunes of the English. I am actually praying for them to pick themselves up out of the ditch they’ve tumbled into, dust themselves off and start playing with more conviction, form and energy, and whoop the Aussies butts even for a day or two – I’d even be happy for them to win one!

But it’s actually no different to how much I got behind the Aussies in the last Ashes series when they faced the seemingly impossible – and so it was then.

Perhaps I’m just a sucker for an underdog.

Go Aussies!? Go Poms!? Oh I don’t know.

Just give us a series to remember one way or the other huh boys? Oh and if it’s not too much trouble, I’d love for the Boxing Day test – set to be my first live experience of international cricket – to not be a dead rubber.

That seems ridiculously wishful thinking at this point in time…