At the time of writing, it’s nearly 3.30am for the second night in a row my alarm has gone off after a purposeful early night. I’ve just made a cup of tea in my oversized baby Groot mug, and I’ve stuck my favourite podcast on. RJ Bell’s dream preview if any of you are wondering. And I’m sat at the kitchen table while most others are still asleep.
It’s not gone down well, 2 nights of this now, although there are another 3 to go. “what do you mean you’re getting up again, I thought the cricket was yesterday” I’m up half an hour before the start of play in the India England test match. “You’ve got the Super Bowl on Sunday too” eyes are rolling, agitated tone, I won’t lie, getting up for day 3 of the game at 3.30am again, then having to calculate a nap, and be up again at 11.30pm for the NFL, which coincidently with be finishing just as day 4 starts, is going to be a touch ask, but one I relish.
Don’t get me wrong though, it’s definitely taking the piss, that coupled with being a miserable bastard when I’ve not had enough sleep, and after a month or more of this England tour to India, it’s going to take a lot of fixing for me to get my sleeping pattern to anywhere near normal, a task made even harder by lockdown. The other factor is i’m simply not around as much, which some will argue isn’t a bad thing, sleeping during the day and up all night like a fucking vampire.
But it will all be ok, until it’s not, and I take the piss again, wanting to sit up all night to watch something under the guise of work, had a right touch being able to get away with that, don’t hate the player, hate the game!
It’s just gone 4am, Ben Stokes is at the crease, when I post this I hope he still is. Edit: he is not, he was caught at deep backward square for 82. But Joe Root has gone past 200 and doesn’t look like getting out, let’s hope that’s not put the mockers on him. Edit: I put the mockers on him
Cheers, The Fat Man
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