I spent a single season in Sydney Grade cricket with the Eastern Suburbs Cricket Club in 2000/2001. A season that started with much promise and ended with numbing mediocracy. This is my story of trying and failing to achieve relevance.
I lobbed in Sydney in April 2000, from the Country sporting mecca of Wagga Wagga. I knew nothing of the Sydney grade cricket scene, other than the fact that the Eastern Suburbs Cricket Club was a short stroll from my workplace.
I made enquiries with the club secretary via phone and was told that I should fax a copy of my ‘cricketing resume’. What I produced was the best piece of fiction written since Herman Melville penned Moby Dick.
