Common sight in the islands:

Every restaurant ought to have one of these. Not to mention a special seating area.
On the left, Kevin Pietersen, one of the finest batsmen alive. On the right, Michael Vaughan, captain of the English team and a former Wisden Cricketer of the Year. In the middle, a balding, roundish, middle-aged schmo on holiday who was just walking down the beach when he stumbled into his two favorite English players. Weird.
These two were total class. Note that I’m wearing Aussie gear. This is like saying hi to Superman while wearing a kryptonite shirt. They didn’t mind a bit. Plus, a smile couldn’t have been easy to muster. The vice-captain just got sacked for a four a.m. bit of foolishness that has to be a strain on all involved, and I imagine much of England’s team may be grieving a bit, as a well-respected British cricketer has just dropped dead while coaching Pakistan.
But nothing but class from these guys. My Aussie friends may not forgive me, but I won’t have an ill word spoken of England as long as these two are in the side.
Except when they face Oz.
Here are some Australians and West Indians from St. Vincent celebrating a wicket against the English side, whose fans remain, um, somewhat more sedate:

I wish I could tell you how much joy bounces around these games. The only thing I can compare it to is the Olympics. I’m sitting here in a bar with India/Bermuda on one TV and the West Indies/Zimbabwe on the other, and the cheering when the Windies took a wicket just now was something I wish you could feel while reading this.
But there’s loving cricket, and then there’s taking it a little too seriously:
• The Pakistan coach apparently dropped dead of a heart attack from the stress
• The Indian wicketkeeper’s house was ransacked after he went scoreless, and his family is now under military protection
Btw, I was in a restaurant last night with a bunch of Pakistan fans. Nice folks, completely mortified at the violence on the subcontinent. So no stereotyping. Still. Eek. As a Bajan sitting next to me just said, Lovie Smith lost the Super Bowl, but he can still go home.
Amazing that this whole tournament is happening right next door to the U.S. and almost nobody back home ever hears about it. Everyone’s loss, I think.
PS if you’re curious what this is all about, here’s the Cricket World Cup official site. I’m on a working holiday for a while. If you’re here looking for a steadier diet of politics or humor, there are plenty of folks in the links section worth reading.
Here are some Australians and West Indians from St. Vincent celebrating a wicket against the English side, whose fans remain, um, somewhat more sedate:

I wish I could tell you how much joy bounces around these games. The only thing I can compare it to is the Olympics. I’m sitting here in a bar with India/Bermuda on one TV and the West Indies/Zimbabwe on the other, and the cheering when the Windies took a wicket just now was something I wish you could feel while reading this.
But there’s loving cricket, and then there’s taking it a little too seriously:
• The Pakistan coach apparently dropped dead of a heart attack from the stress
• The Indian wicketkeeper’s house was ransacked after he went scoreless, and his family is now under military protection
Btw, I was in a restaurant last night with a bunch of Pakistan fans. Nice folks, completely mortified at the violence on the subcontinent. So no stereotyping. Still. Eek. As a Bajan sitting next to me just said, Lovie Smith lost the Super Bowl, but he can still go home.
Amazing that this whole tournament is happening right next door to the U.S. and almost nobody back home ever hears about it. Everyone’s loss, I think.
PS if you’re curious what this is all about, here’s the Cricket World Cup official site. I’m on a working holiday for a while. If you’re here looking for a steadier diet of politics or humor, there are plenty of folks in the links section worth reading.