Classic boxing matches would have me hooked.
I didnât see that and I didnât read this post LALALALALAALALALALA
Also people get stupid when they get old. Trust me on that. Iâm getting dumber by the minute. They werenât the same people then.
Lol that second dude looks about as athletic as me.
Hagler Hearns FTMFW
Gatti/Ward 1 possibly the most entertaining fight ever
lol
The second dude is the same dude as the first dude, who took severe body blows from a cricket ball travelling at 90mph+ over just 22 yards between hand and body.
Sounds like he was too fat and slow to get out of the way.
Cricket, where we worship guys who get hit by the ball (or whatever silly name you call it - wobblybobbly or dingdongle or w/e).
You donât see baseball fans idolizing Jose Canseco for this:
Donât even pretend like you know whatâs going on there. No one does. They just make things up as they go along. Itâs all a big scam.
Part of the appeal of cricket lies in the complexity of the game and its laws, none more so than the LBW (leg before wicket) law:
They should play extra games every year but not show them so we always have an emergency stockpile of extra games no oneâs seen before. Like, instead of the Pro Bowl have the Patriots play the Colts and not show anyone.
I have watched some 1970s baseball on YouTube before. Itâs pretty fun. Best was a Baltimore-Pittsburgh world series where I didnât know who won it until I watched through.
Complicated is good. Got it.
Cricket has to be the biggest sport that I literally donât know a single rule from nor have I ever seen a game. Maybe Iâll fix that during quarantine.
Normal numbers of runs scored off a single ball are 0, 1, 2, 3, 4 and 6.
Written records exist for much larger scores off a single ball, such as
âWithout doubt the biggest hit of the year was one for 93! It was recorded in an evening paper â and I give it as there stated. The Peckham Pushers were playing Camberwell Albion, on the 26th of May. Albion made 129, and there remained fifty-five minutes for play. The Pushers could only look for a draw, and sent in JH Brown and A Archer. From the very first ball Brown made a big drive, the ball lodging in a rookâs nest. While a fielder was getting the ball, which could be seen, and was therefore not lost, they ran 93. The Pushers eventually knocked off the remainder, and won by four wickets.â
and more credibly
A more modest claim, but one which appears to be true, is one ball for 17 by Garry Chapman in a club match in Australia, when the ball was hit into a patch of long grass and the fielders struggled to find it
This was the one and only time my wife enjoyed watching baseball.
March Sumo tourney is still on for the next five days.
Bill Bryson (born American, lived 20 years in England) on cricket:
After years of patient study (and with cricket there can be no other kind) I have decided that there is nothing wrong with the game that the introduction of golf carts wouldnât fix in a hurry. It is not true that the English invented cricket as a way of making all other human endeavors look interesting and lively; that was merely an unintended side effect. I donât wish to denigrate a sport that is enjoyed by millions, some of them awake and facing the right way, but it is an odd game. It is the only sport that incorporates meal breaks. It is the only sport that shares its name with an insect. It is the only sport in which spectators burn as many calories as players â more if they are moderately restless. It is the only competitive activity of any type, other than perhaps baking, in which you can dress in white from head to toe and be as clean at the end of the day as you were at the beginning.
Imagine a form of baseball in which the pitcher, after each delivery, collects the ball from the catcher and walks slowly with it to center field; and that there, after a minuteâs pause to collect himself, he turns and runs full tilt toward the pitcherâs mound before hurling the ball at the ankles of a man who stands before him wearing a riding hat, heavy gloves of the sort used to handle radio-active isotopes, and a mattress strapped to each leg. Imagine moreover that if this batsman fails to hit the ball in a way that heartens him sufficiently to try to waddle forty feet with mattressâs strapped to his legs, he is under no formal compunction to run; he may stand there all day, and, as a rule, does. If by some miracle he is coaxed into making a miss-stroke that leads to his being put out, all the fielders throw up their arms in triumph and have a hug. Then tea is called and every one retires happily to a distant pavilion to fortify for the next siege. Now imagine all this going on for so long that by the time the match concludes autumn has crept in and all your library books are overdue. There you have cricket.
The mystery of cricket is not that Australians play it well, but that they play it at all. It has always seemed to me a game much too restrained for the rough-and-tumble Australian temperament. Australians much prefer games in which brawny men in scanty clothing bloody each others noses. I am quite certain that if the rest of the world vanished overnight and the development of cricket was left in Australian hands, within a generation the players would be wearing shorts and using the bats to hit each other. And the thing is, it would be a much better game for it.â