People in their right minds never take pride in their talents.

They say that Test Cricket is the sternest test of a man's character (the inherent weakness in a woman's character appears to preclude them from being tested in a real Test).

Thus, every evening I get Henry and Ez out into our makeshift nets and hurtle cricket balls at them for hours on end. You might be wondering where the pads, gloves and helmets are.

Well, I regards pads, gloves and helmets as a sign of weakness of character. A bit of chewing gum, a moustache and a cheeky grin is all a REAL MAN needs...

Comments

Roddy said…

I can forgive the kids their lack of moustache but what is your excuse. I don't believe that you allow them to chew gum. I'll give them the cheeky grin though. They both look so good with the little grins on their faces. Big hugs and kisses to both. We are missing them both.

28 October 2009 at 20:15

yamini said…

Lovely picture again and I agree with the cheeky grin and the chewing gum part but not so sure about the moustache.

And as Roddy asked, what is your excuse? he he he he...

29 October 2009 at 15:01

Kris McCracken said…

Roddy, BAH!

2 November 2009 at 14:08

Kris McCracken said…

Yamini, Tendulkar will always be a bit short of greatness because he never had a moustache.

I used to like Javagal Srinath's mo...

2 November 2009 at 14:09

yamini said…

Bah! is ur excuse??
C'mon Kris, you can do better.

And I will always like Tendulkar as a legend, moustache or no moustache. Just like Imran Khan, and McGrath.

David Boon is the only exception though, I saw him first on TV when I was 15-years-old and since then, I have loved that walrus-yy moustache.

4 November 2009 at 16:22

Kris McCracken said…

David Boon was once the pride of Tasmania.

Ricky Ponting, although also Tasmanian, is not particularly liked around these parts.

10 November 2009 at 10:29

Hold me now, oh hold me now, until this hour has gone around. And I'm gone on the rising tide, to face Van Dieman's Land

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But when the strong were too weak to hurt the weak, the weak had to be strong enough to leave.

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Something unpleasant is coming when men are anxious to tell the truth.

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