• Before I get into the match report, a short Quokka community (Quokmunity?) service announcement:
    Some of you may not be aware (I wasn’t until the Napier match), that in addition to being the usual custodian of the big blue team kit bag, The Rev has his own personal kit bag. This is also blue, but slightly smaller. I would suggest that we should treat his personal bag as we would anybody else’s, ie. asking politely to borrow anything from it, rather than the “open slather” approach to the team kit.
    The Rev may appear calm on the outside, all smiles, nods and pats on the bum, but inside he is a seething mass of punches and head buts accumulated over three years of 5 am wake ups and just waiting to be unleashed on the next f’wit that goes rummaging around in his stuff without asking.
    You have been warned.
    Right, the Napier match.
    We arrived at the ground to find the wrong team waiting for us, The Rev (using his words, not headbuts), quickly sorted them out. Some pre-match catching practise and a won toss and we were batting.
    A strong wind and a big puddle of piss in the outfield made conditions tough and runs, particularly off side boundaries, were difficult to come by. The latest opening pair of Mo and the Big Dog didn’t really get going, and Dutchy got run out by a direct hit. Unluckiest dismissal of the day.
    This brought together the standout partnership of the innings,  Lonely Joe and the Cruizer. 30 no and 29 respectively at faster than a run a ball, with a 6 each. Nice work lads.
    Highlights of the Rev’s knock were briefly facing up left handed and keeping an over from their dangerous spinner out. Emu was the backbone of the middle and lower order, knocking up 28 including a rarely seen switch hit, which deserved more than a single into the sewer water.
    A total of 120 seemed very low, but you know the old adage: don’t judge a track until both teams have batted.
    The defence started well with Lonely taking a wicket in the first over and an opener gone for a duck. Unfortunately even a nice tight Quokka huddle couldn’t conjure up another wicket for quite a while. Their next two batsmen put on 60 runs between them and things were looking grim.
    Some tight bowling, in particular from J-rod, Ed, The Phantom and Dutchy led to scoreboard pressure, and finally the wickets started to fall. Ed, Phantom and Mo were all the beneficiaries of outfield catches showing varying degrees of confidence by Emu, Ed and The Rev.
    Special mention should be made of the The Phantom’s effort to make a lot of ground to get under a high ball and try and catch it three or four times. Maybe if we all had our parents watching we’d show that sort of commitment?
    With such a low total it was always going to be tight, and they only needed 6 off the last over. They got there with one ball to spare. An agonising loss taken hard by all, especially final bowler Lonely, who spent the night in a room of mirrors.
     sewage
    Special thanks to all those who put their shoes, and lets face it, personal wellbeing on the line by volunteering to field in the stank. Although nobody showed commitment like the Napier guy who aquaplaned straight into it on his arse at the first opportunity.
    Oh well, at least we got to go back to the Napier and watch the Big Dog smash a Bogan Burger.
  • The Summer may be coming to a close but there is still plenty of Quokka Cricket to come!

    There are 2 matches in particular I thought Id draw your attention to:

    Game 1: Quokkas v Victorian Blind Cricket Association on Feb 16; and

    Game 2: Quokkas stumping up for the McGrath Foundation on Feb 23

    Game 1:
    Yes, we are hitting new heights in our search for a win, playing against a team of vision-impaired cricketers.

    The game will be played at the lovely surrounds of the VBCA (454 Glenferrie Rd, Kooyong) from 11am (I know, early start) on Feb 16.

    It will also be broadcast on Blind Sports Radio, with guest Quokka commentators hiding from the action on the field in the safety of the commentary box.

    All guests are more than welcome – we’d love to see you there.

    Game 2:

    The Quokkas are taking on 2 teams (the John Curtin & the Dan O’Connell) in 1 day of very poor quality cricket to raise funds for the McGrath Foundation.
    The McGrath foundation provides breast-care nurses to communities (particularly remote communities) right across Australia.

    Our aim is to raise $1,000 for the day & we are accepting donations, sponsorships & batting tips.
    More information on the game is here:
    https://www.facebook.com/events/335842379878002/?fref=ts

    The match will be played at the picturesque Alphington Oval where we will be selling drinks to and providing food for all attendees.  All profits will go to the cause.

    Thanks in advance,

    The Quokkas

    Quokkas v Brandon 04/03/12

  • It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we were all going direct to the Labour in Vain, we were all going direct the other way to the Prince Patrick, it was sunny, it was stormy, it was 25 degrees, it was 15 degrees, it was Ed’s six, it was Mo’s pushups, it was Canty’s chambray, it was Emu’s mohawk, it was Dutchy’s tanty, it was Curto’s lack of a mid on, it was pub cricket at its best, it was pub cricket at its worst.
    It begins, as it is with all things, with the Creator. The reason for being. The Reverend.
    And Curto.
    Their opening partnership looked strong. Curto shouted, Rev ran. Boundaries were hit, a platform was built. The sun was shining. All was well with the world.
    Ignoring all before him, The Rev focused on those he could not see, namely keeper and slip. Repeatedly he took forth the edge of his bat and cleft them in twain. This reverse attack tactic could never last long however, and soon a trademark ‘leave’ toed to first slip marked the end of his on-field contribution (14).
    Joined at the crease by the perfectly-coiffured Emu, the scoreboard ticked over nicely until Curto (15) fell foul of a full toss bringing the score to 46 for 2. Curto silently made note of this tactic for later in the day.
    It is heartening to see what the love of a good woman can do for a chap. Emu looked rejuvenated by promises of betrothal from Mademoiselle Mu and raced to 31 while Canty could only stand and admire.
    Gladys swung like the silver fox he is but could only manage 10. Phantom added a certain 27-year-old English medium pace bowler to his long list of English cricketing comparisons by not walking when the ball hit his elbow, but then tried to swat a straight one and left on 7.
    Meanwhile, Canty had his collar popped for the occasion however and had no intention of going anywhere, especially anywhere near the strikers end. He ensured the scorers rarely had to deviate from the binary system and was fittingly dismissed on 11.
    At 94 for 5 our early platform looked in jeopardy. Rowdy, on who’s Atlassian shoulders so many Quokkas innings had been propped up, put the pressure back on with some big hitting. Despite racing to 14, his ‘go big or go home’ strategy soon saw him home.
    Mo carried on where Rowdy left off and some muscular shots led some to question his relationship with the Essendon medical team. Newly married J-Rod, perhaps showing what too much love from a good woman can do, chipped a flaccid shot to mid off for 1.
    Big Dog started strong but the tempting waft from the barbeque proved too much as he departed on 3 from as many balls.
    With 8 men back in the shed and the score at 111 (which no doubt delighted Canty) it didn’t look good. What we needed was something out of left field and that was exactly what we got. Ed emerged from the toilets still clutching his little master and proceeded to slap it all over the place. Three fours and a six over cover prompting Platoon-like celebrations and talk of a book sequel.
    As Mo’s peptides ran low he headed back to the pavilion on 13, Emu returned to accompany Ed for the final 2 overs. Sensing a man looking after his average, The Prince Patrick brought the field in and kept Emu down to a few singles.
    With the Quokkas finishing on a competitive 149, it was time for Dutchy’s bicycle barbeque and Ed’s attempt at food poison with a $10 bag of snags.
    And so to the field… a freshly pepped Mo took the new ball and along with Rowdy & Dutchy gave the PP little opportunity to score. With the batsmen hungry for runs, the early introduction of Big Dog’s pastry treats was too much for one to bear, charging down the wicket leaving Gladys an easy stumping. 17 -1.
    Gladys was in on the action again in the next over with J-Rod attracting the edge and being thankful one of the few Quokka keepers able to take such tricky catches was behind the stumps. 26 – 2.
    Enter the PP captain and Ed’s muse, Jeremy. Emu’s decision to move Curto from cover to slip saw his first ball lobbed safely up to cover. Subsequent dropped catches by Dutchy & Ed (trying to attract the attentions of Man City scouts by bringing the ball down beautifully on his chest) meant opportunities to send their big hitter back early went begging.
    Always preferring to see wickets fall from his own bowling, Ed redeemed himself thanks to another stumping from Gladys. The cricket gods were clearly unhappy however, venting their displeasure with weather uglier than a Mortimer inseminated Tasmanian. Time for drinks.
    With the gods sated with cans of Melbourne Bitter and the smoke of exotic herbs, play soggily resumed with the PP on 71-3.
    Another 40 runs with no wickets meant the PP had 2 retirees, one enabled by square leg umpire Strawbs’ double vision, but Gladys’ catch from Big Dog meant the game was going to go down to the roach. Glady’s had now been involved in all 4 wickets, but kindly no-one mentioned the captain’s field set exclusively for catches in front of square.
    Clearly useful in a casino, Ed’s score updates informed all that the PP needed 14 of 12. Pressure on.
    Mo was feeling pressure of his own as he rang up his 1000th push up while Curto took what everyone assumed would be the second to last over. Let’s just hope any deliveries he’s involved in in the near future go rather more smoothly.
    Recalling his own dismissal he attempted a similar ‘full’ ball but was a smidgen (6ft) too high. Wild thing indeed. 11 from 12.
    Fielding downwind of the umpire’s intoxicating waft clearly affected J-Rod who, after being labelled as ‘Quokka’s best fielder’ by someone else who must have been breathing the same air, casually set about proving them wrong.
    A 6 closely followed by a 4 saw the pressure evaporate, and another single saw the PP home and (mostly) dry. The Quokkas team left wondering what might have been and whether Curto was lamenting more the loss of his mid on or his mind.
    What might have been then infact was, with the PP closed and the Labour never more open, Ed took full advantage of Kathleen’s absence to snuggle up to Jeremy on the warm deck (see photo).
    The Loving Couple

    The Loving Couple

   

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