Ashes Live Commentary Open Thread No. One
If my grasp of time zones is correct, the first test should be starting, in Brisbane, right now. Since it’s midnight in the UK and Australia will be otherwise occupied, I don’t know how “live” the commentary will be, but the thread is open, nonetheless.
You all thought I’d forget, didn’t you?
Update (Thanksgiving):
Rueful Red has provided those of us who don’t get coverage (or have no idea what goes on) with a handy 11-minute Day One Video Highlights (or go here and click the link).
November 23rd, 2006 at 12:34 am
Day One summary: Punter!
November 23rd, 2006 at 3:46 am
Oh all right then! I’d taken 340-odd as par, but I’d been loking for 7-8 wickets which looks a bit fanciful if Harmison can’t hit the cut bit.
The Punter is of course a very fine player. I saw his debut innings in county cricket, for Somerset against us at Scarborough. He looked a wonderfully balanced and economical player. It was wonderful to watch, but as Yorkshire folk we were also hating every minute. So we sat there, applauding and bellyaching at the same time. Very Yorkshire, that. So well done The Punter!
November 23rd, 2006 at 4:43 am
Ima lern knew language!
November 23rd, 2006 at 4:44 am
I have the
mute swanturkey almost to 149 after 12 hours….. slow going.November 23rd, 2006 at 5:14 am
Happy Thanksgiving, Half! And ninme of course and all the other septic ninmates. Cooking would have been so much easier had you taken Franklin’s advice and made the turkey the US’s national bird. Then, as Stan Freberg observed, you could all be sitting down to roast eagle with all the trimmings – much quicker to cook.
November 23rd, 2006 at 5:56 am
Ninmates… Heh, heh, heh. Lord I hate being slow.
I used to hunt (and occasionally find) wild turkeys. Much, much, much more difficult animal that a deer. The wild ones are crazy smart and invented hiding in plain view.
November 23rd, 2006 at 6:20 am
“invented hiding in plain view.”
That’s a useful skill – could come in useful some evenings at home.
November 23rd, 2006 at 8:21 am
I hear the reason turkeys are so popular to hunt (since, after all, unlike venison, one can find them in abundance down at the local Safeway), is because, though they’re large targets, the only way to kill them without ruining your meal is to hit their teeeny tiny smaller-than-a-bullseye little heads.
November 23rd, 2006 at 8:48 am
Wasn’t de rigeur in the Appallachian back-country to be able to shhot a turkey through the eye? Sort a Davey Crockett-style accomplishment, equivalent of being able in New York to play the piano well?
November 23rd, 2006 at 12:19 pm
I wonder if Davey Crockett sounded like ‘Mater? (I just watched Cars).
November 23rd, 2006 at 12:37 pm
Well, given the size of your Crocket-era bullet, and the relative size of the turkey’s head, I’d say that a shot anywhere in the head region would be a shot through the eye.
Crockett probably sounded like a Scot that’s been listening to too much Country Western.
November 23rd, 2006 at 2:16 pm
I expect most folks shoot at the turkey center of mass, never been particularly sporting around here.
November 23rd, 2006 at 4:07 pm
Is that why all those hillbillies are missing teeth?
November 24th, 2006 at 2:57 am
It wasn’t just the accent, but the diction. Mrs Red’s Scottish Lowland farming hillbilly sometime brother-in-law has a vocabulary instantly recognisable in places like Shitbritches Creek, N.C.
November 24th, 2006 at 3:53 am
Hahahaha!
November 24th, 2006 at 10:32 am
Yes, that is funny. What an audience there would be for, say, a book about such a place.
November 26th, 2006 at 8:14 am
Well, if you read the Backcountry sctoin of “Albion’s Seed: Acultural history of Colonial America” by David Hackett Fischer you’ll see that 1) I didn’t make that name up and 2) that was one of the milder ones. The Lowland Scots tended to the pungent when it came to naming things.
It’s actually an excellent book, it would have saved me two whole weeks of reading at university had it existed in those days. It also explains why everywhere near Boston is named after places in East Anglian whereas places near Philadelphia have those Indian jaw-busters.