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I've always loved how sport can mark time in your life; a reminder of how old you were at a certain time, your interests, the stage of your life, etc, etc. Cricket is a great sport for this - you can remember things by series, tours, players and moments.
What prompted this thread was watching the Steve Waugh Johnny Walker ad, and his Jan '03 ton in Sydney. That was amazing. Can remember that so clearly. I had a mate over, we spent all day playing Cricket '97 on the computer while listening to the radio/running into the TV room to get scores/watch overs (that game is seriously good fun). I remember seeing Langer hole out to deep fine leg, and the roar when Waugh took to the field early. Then Martin Love came and went quickly, but all day, Waugh kept upping the ante. Remember how Ch9 didn't go straight to the news, and my parents came into the room when Dad got home from work as Waugh was about to enter the 90s. Remember shaking with nerves, wanting so much for him to reach that ton (used to read his tour diaries religiously, looked up to him so much). That feeling of relief and elation (and I've never even met the guy and was only a young kid) when he cracked that ball off Dawson through the covers and the roar/'he's gone for it! And there it is! That's his hundred!' from Bill Lawry is as fresh in my mind now as it is forever. I ended up nicknaming my cat after Richard Dawson; it didn't even make any sense as to her name, but it was all from that summer of 02/03
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Another memory is a family holiday, stopping by in Port Fairy for a night or two. Sat up in the dark with Dad and my sister when India were cruising to victory in the 1st ODI of 03/04 at the 'G when Ian Harvey ran out Ganguly (?) with a direct hit off his own bowling. Brad Williams took a few key wickets, and Clarke took the winning catch before kissing the Aussie crest on his shirt.
One final one for now: the same summer, 03/04, when India and Zimbabwe came out. I spent the whole summer playing cricket out on the road with my neighbour, some incredible matches came out of that summer. On one occasion I'd struggled all day with the bat, but when we found the lost Swing King ball, for some reason I handled it better in the rapidly fading light than I did the tennis ball in the daylight. One of my finest ever innings.
That one came on the same day as Aus A beat Zimbabwe in an ODI at the Adelaide Oval. Marcus North opened with a ton, and I think Haddin, Thornley and Cosgrove all played. Poor old Heath Streak and Ray Price really carried the can for Zimbabwe that summer.
Can also recall where I was when S.Waugh played his final innings. I was emptying the dishwasher when he came into bat in the first innings, mixing between the TV and the ABC. For his 2nd innings, we dropped the bat and ball and left the stumps on the nature strip to get inside to watch as he slogged his way to 80 (came sooo close to the ton); Katich made a forgotten but very important 100 that day, too, batting at 6. From the same summer, the rain-affected Gabba Test vs India, I was hitting a ball around the house with my mini-Slazenger bat as Hayden rumbled towards another 1st Test ton. He got out sweeping Harbajhan straight to the man at a very straight square leg, from memory. Was in shock.
That's enough for now.

It's prompted me to go in search of some Cricinfo scorecards.
What prompted this thread was watching the Steve Waugh Johnny Walker ad, and his Jan '03 ton in Sydney. That was amazing. Can remember that so clearly. I had a mate over, we spent all day playing Cricket '97 on the computer while listening to the radio/running into the TV room to get scores/watch overs (that game is seriously good fun). I remember seeing Langer hole out to deep fine leg, and the roar when Waugh took to the field early. Then Martin Love came and went quickly, but all day, Waugh kept upping the ante. Remember how Ch9 didn't go straight to the news, and my parents came into the room when Dad got home from work as Waugh was about to enter the 90s. Remember shaking with nerves, wanting so much for him to reach that ton (used to read his tour diaries religiously, looked up to him so much). That feeling of relief and elation (and I've never even met the guy and was only a young kid) when he cracked that ball off Dawson through the covers and the roar/'he's gone for it! And there it is! That's his hundred!' from Bill Lawry is as fresh in my mind now as it is forever. I ended up nicknaming my cat after Richard Dawson; it didn't even make any sense as to her name, but it was all from that summer of 02/03
.Another memory is a family holiday, stopping by in Port Fairy for a night or two. Sat up in the dark with Dad and my sister when India were cruising to victory in the 1st ODI of 03/04 at the 'G when Ian Harvey ran out Ganguly (?) with a direct hit off his own bowling. Brad Williams took a few key wickets, and Clarke took the winning catch before kissing the Aussie crest on his shirt.
One final one for now: the same summer, 03/04, when India and Zimbabwe came out. I spent the whole summer playing cricket out on the road with my neighbour, some incredible matches came out of that summer. On one occasion I'd struggled all day with the bat, but when we found the lost Swing King ball, for some reason I handled it better in the rapidly fading light than I did the tennis ball in the daylight. One of my finest ever innings.
Can also recall where I was when S.Waugh played his final innings. I was emptying the dishwasher when he came into bat in the first innings, mixing between the TV and the ABC. For his 2nd innings, we dropped the bat and ball and left the stumps on the nature strip to get inside to watch as he slogged his way to 80 (came sooo close to the ton); Katich made a forgotten but very important 100 that day, too, batting at 6. From the same summer, the rain-affected Gabba Test vs India, I was hitting a ball around the house with my mini-Slazenger bat as Hayden rumbled towards another 1st Test ton. He got out sweeping Harbajhan straight to the man at a very straight square leg, from memory. Was in shock.
That's enough for now.







