obsession

I usually wouldn't give a shit about this battle of the provincial minnows, except this Friday one of them will fall out of the top 4 :eek: Falling out of the top 4 is kind of a disaster - confirms your minnow status, and kind of blessing all at once - takes straight sets off the table :) So...

So as every flog knows, when you sit in bay 13 at the cricket and drink so much that your floggishness escalates to the point where you're reduced to just repeating the name of the bloke fielding at fine leg (similar to that Darryl Strawberry episode of The Simpsons), you get ejected by the...