Sure we’re disappointed.
We wanted our prophet to take us into the promise land.
But he gave us 293 reasons to be joyful.
There were dirty slogs, vicious cuts, effortless heaves, tactical drives, fairy floss guides, flat bat fuck offs, arrogant reverses and every kind of shot you needed to see.
And think of the extra tension he brought us by just being in over night.
It is even possible that he was teaching us a lesson.
We all got ahead of ourselves; we were looking at 300, 401, 502 and drooling.
Maybe he just went, “let me teach them patience”.
While I am heartbroken he went out, and fucken tired it is 4AM here, I feel honoured to have stayed up all night to see an innings like this expire.
Thanks for yesterday.