God, it sucks. Here I was, getting ready for an interesting day's Cricket.>Sun was shining outside, I'd finished an assignment, and I was about to get>in the car and drive to Eden Park to see Gilchrist smite another ton.>

Then what happens? First Clarke gets out comically. Gillespie screws up, but>did his job. Katich craps. Warne gives a dolly of a chance to Fleming.>Suddenly, Gilchrist isn't looking so hot - but James Franklin is. And then,>it starts raining at Eden Park. (I was surprised - my backyard, 20 minutes>away, was completely dry. 20 minutes later, it was pouring. I understood.)>

So now, what choice do I have? I guess I'm going to have to sit at home, wait>for the rain to stop, read an Ibn Battuta travelogue. I'll probably down a>couple of beers, fall asleep, and by the time I wake up, Gilchrist will have>hit another ton.>

I'd go tomorrow, but have committed to a blonde girl all day. Probably lost>my last opportunity to see Warne play in NZ. Bugger, bugger, bugger. Still,>there's always the Sri Lankan series.>

Aditya>

So now, what choice do I have? I guess I'm going to have to sit at home, wait>for the rain to stop, read an Ibn Battuta travelogue. I'll probably down a>couple of beers, fall asleep, and by the time I wake up, Gilchrist will have>hit another ton.

I can sympathise.>

I live in Canberra, but I was able to get to the first day of the> Sydney Test back in January. That was a Sunday, and I was obliged -> against my will - to work on the Monday. it was not really worth the> expense to return to Sydney for the Tuesday, third day, even though> Gilchrist was not out overnight and I just *knew* that he would put on> another show. He did.