We spent a day in the Blue Mountains – well I say ‘Blue’ because that’s what I’m told they look like in a certain light but actually I have absolutely no idea what colour they might be as it pissed hard all day. But to move on – we had a couple of Texans on the tour and they were quizzing the guide – a man of tremendous resource and patience as it turns out - about cricket. Now, at the best of times explaining cricket to a non-fan is something of a forlorn hope but trying to explain it to a large Texan is nigh impossible. Our Steve was up for the task it seemed; enthusiastically talking about boundary ropes, fours and sixes, running between wickets, and the difference between being ‘in’ and ‘out’ while out Texan nodded vigorously . After about five minutes of Steve’s faultless detailed explanation the Texan said “So I guess the bat is just an extension of the guys arm”. Steve smiled and politely said “sort of” and changed the subject.
I like to think the Texan was just trying to wind-up poor old Steve – the alternative is too troubling to consider.
