I Want My Mullet Back!
September 22nd 2008 04:43
These are the words of Billy Ray Cyrus, yet I think they may apply to the hero of this tale.
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Now that summer's here... well, the hot dry winds are anyway, my mind turns to Cricket. Not only because of my widowhood, but because in our home, summer and Cricket are synonymous. January revolves around tests and one-dayers, and our social lives revolve around the SCG for the yearly catch-up with those faces from the past who we only ever see between the Noble and the Ladies', between 2nd and 6th January. By the end of the summer, you even recognise strangers who you only ever see at the 'G, and perhaps the odd Waratah's game next door in February, and who you may have shared the odd joke with over the antics of one of the players in the outfield or in the dressing room. Take them out of their collared shirts and stadiums, and you wouldn't know them, or have anything else in common. But for a couple of months, you acknowledge them like fellow students in a playground; you may not know their names, but when they're in uniform, you recognise them, and associate with them.
The players, sometimes, become a bit like that. Even though you never share a conversation with them, by the end of the summer, you miss them. For you've spent much of the summer watching them, day in, day out, either live or on the TV. You've talked about them, joked about them, and celebrated with them. It's a bit like Nick Hornby's "Fever Pitch".
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There's something about the experiences you go through at various times in your life, that links you to certain rituals. Perhaps it's the long hot summers of Saturdays' widowhood. Or, as quoted in the film, men are "like bloody missionaries".
Jo: [regarding Sarah's sudden interest in her boyfriend's favorite team] It's all a sinister form of male manipulation.
Sarah Hughes: Rubbish!
Jo: It's true! You get colonized! Your native culture gets driven out, and it's replaced by stuff that you don't like and don't even want to know about.
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Maybe in some sick, sordid, transference thingy, my husband knows the reality that, as the film's tagline goes, "Life gets complicated when you love one woman and worship eleven men". For when the woman who loves you misses you, she feels closer to you when she engages in your form of "worship". Indeed, I have truly been colonizes, for even the commentators, on 2BL especially, but also Channel 9, to an extent, have become like members of your extended family. You listen to their views for much longer than you do your relatives on Christmas day, and you certainly invite them around more, via the airwaves and TV, too!
For me, RIchie Benaud and Jason Gillespie are entwined in a memory of summers past. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmullet..." Richie let the word reverberate around his mouth in delight at the flowing black locks which waved in the breeze as Dizzy ran in to bowl. You could tell he thought the mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmullet was mmmarvellous.
But Dizzy's been gone a while now. So has Gillie and Glen McGrath, Stuie MacGill and Brad Hogg; the Ladies' Stand's favourite Twelfth Man. There is no one to loath like Warnie, no one to walk like Gillie, and with Symonds away, no one to cause too much controversy. I don't know many of the players coming in, unless, perhaps, I happened to once teach them, as they are of the right age. But thankfully, commentators don't retire, so the maniacal cackle of Kerry O'Keefe will be back. As will the folks of the yearly catch-up, and the recognisable faces in the crowd. And no doubt, with Shane (Prince Charming from "Shrek") Watson and Nathan Bracken and his headband on the ACB's role, there will still be hairstyles for Richie to mmmmmarvel over in his dulcet tones.
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The players, sometimes, become a bit like that. Even though you never share a conversation with them, by the end of the summer, you miss them. For you've spent much of the summer watching them, day in, day out, either live or on the TV. You've talked about them, joked about them, and celebrated with them. It's a bit like Nick Hornby's "Fever Pitch".
There's something about the experiences you go through at various times in your life, that links you to certain rituals. Perhaps it's the long hot summers of Saturdays' widowhood. Or, as quoted in the film, men are "like bloody missionaries".
Jo: [regarding Sarah's sudden interest in her boyfriend's favorite team] It's all a sinister form of male manipulation.
Sarah Hughes: Rubbish!
Jo: It's true! You get colonized! Your native culture gets driven out, and it's replaced by stuff that you don't like and don't even want to know about.
Really Long Link
Maybe in some sick, sordid, transference thingy, my husband knows the reality that, as the film's tagline goes, "Life gets complicated when you love one woman and worship eleven men". For when the woman who loves you misses you, she feels closer to you when she engages in your form of "worship". Indeed, I have truly been colonizes, for even the commentators, on 2BL especially, but also Channel 9, to an extent, have become like members of your extended family. You listen to their views for much longer than you do your relatives on Christmas day, and you certainly invite them around more, via the airwaves and TV, too!
For me, RIchie Benaud and Jason Gillespie are entwined in a memory of summers past. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmullet..." Richie let the word reverberate around his mouth in delight at the flowing black locks which waved in the breeze as Dizzy ran in to bowl. You could tell he thought the mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmullet was mmmarvellous.
But Dizzy's been gone a while now. So has Gillie and Glen McGrath, Stuie MacGill and Brad Hogg; the Ladies' Stand's favourite Twelfth Man. There is no one to loath like Warnie, no one to walk like Gillie, and with Symonds away, no one to cause too much controversy. I don't know many of the players coming in, unless, perhaps, I happened to once teach them, as they are of the right age. But thankfully, commentators don't retire, so the maniacal cackle of Kerry O'Keefe will be back. As will the folks of the yearly catch-up, and the recognisable faces in the crowd. And no doubt, with Shane (Prince Charming from "Shrek") Watson and Nathan Bracken and his headband on the ACB's role, there will still be hairstyles for Richie to mmmmmarvel over in his dulcet tones.
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