So I guess I should give my report from my day at the cricket because I know my fans are baying for it.
I was in the South Stand, the closest available seats to the left of the sight-screen and immediately in front of the scorers. I was basically in line with the 6 Finch hit to the other side of the sight-screen, but unfortunately no-one hit one that far back on my side, as I had the Tui shirt on and was totally confident of earning the $$$.
Without a doubt it was the greatest day of cricket I ever have or ever will attend- but we all expected that, didn't we? Perfect weather, packed house, feverish support from ball 1. Unfortunately for me, I'm such a sour **** I couldn't possibly enjoy it. As soon as Taylor got out I was death-riding us all innings and it basically felt like my worst nightmares were coming true. I've never had the feeling of watching a bowler (Starc) coming in to bowl, and having the perfect view right behind him, and basically KNOWING he was about to clean bowl some poor ****- and it happening, time and again, with those ****ing bails flashing every time.
I had the foresight to go with my absolutely cricket-hating American GF, which turned out to be a godsend. I spent the dying stages head down, muttering "I knew it, we're going to ****ing lose, do you realise this is literally the worst moment possible in my entire sporting life, do you realise this is worse than any nightmare I could possibly have? Do you realise we are definitely going to lose? YOU DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND". She just kept patting me on the head and telling me it was ok, we were going to win. And we did. And I was really happy.
So basically it was the greatest day of my life and the worst day of my life and I'm totally emotionally rekt.