Satiricus had enjoyed the West Indies turnaround in England, and was smiling as he ambled over to the Back Street Bar. When was the last time that two West Indians had made centuries in the same test? Satiricus was sure the answer was “NEVER!” if it followed being bowled out twice in one day during the previous game!! Ahhh…how the worm had turned!!
“Eh! Eh! How come all yuh teeth a show?” asked Bungi as Satiricus reached the table where he and Hari were already ensconced. “Like Ca’stic treat yuh nice las’ nite, or wha’?”
“I always get good treatment, bai!” Satiricus grinned. “I was thinking about West Indies in England.”
“What can you say?” said Hari, signalling for a beer for Satiricus. “They break your heart, and now this!!”
“Leh abee drink to dem,” said Bungi raising his beer to “clink”, ‘an’ abee Warriah too!”
“Hear! Hear!” smiled Satiricus, after downing his entire bottle and signalling for another. “We going all the way, you know!”
“Sato, me fr’en’, me always tell yuh,” began Bungi, “Cuss when yuh ah guh, nah wheh yuh ah come out!”
“Now, now, Bungi,” grinned Hari. “Sato is not a fair weather cricket fan!”
“Budday!” said Bungi, “Na Sato bin a cuss dem bais in England when dem get bowl out two time in waan day?”
“And he did say the Warriors were out of it!” conceded Hari. “What you have to say for yourself Sato?”
“Well, I didn’t tell you guys,” replied Satiricus with a sheepish grin. “I had bet some REAL money on them when they lost!”
“Suh me ti’nk me know wha’ mek yuh skin yuh teet’ suh big dis marnin,” said Bungi as he ordered beers all round. “Yuh bet pan dem again!!”
“Damn right!!” said Satiricus as he mentally counted up his winnings with the bigger odds after his teams’ losses!
