Satiricus was a cricket fanatic. He made no bones about it. Even though, as a diehard WI fan, it didn’t exactly do much for his blood pressure, he persisted. He was disappointed about the early end and premature game against India on Friday, and ambled over to the Back Street Bar for the usual post-mortem — which was half the fun of cricket, in any case.
“I figured we were doing quite well when the rains came down,” Satiricus ventured, as he started on his first beer.
“Budday! Dem Indian opena alone mek ovah wan hundred, and abee bin a do good?” asked Bungi with his eyebrows touching his hairline.
“Well, with only ten overs to go, they could only make 199,” pointed out Hari. “You don’t think we coulda chase 300?”
“Yeah, Bungi, wasn’t that good?” demanded Satiricus.
“Da de problem wid a-you dese,” said Bungi, shaking his head. “How abee guh do ‘good’ w’en half abee bes’ playah nah play?”
“That is a different story, Bungi,” said Hari. “The players and the Boars has to work out that problem.”
“But da na wan differen’ story,” insisted Bungi. “Wha’ mek even waan stand na full wid people?”
“The Trinis knew rain was coming?” suggested Satiricus.
“Nah…de forecyaas seh ‘good weather’,” said Bungi.
“So what was the reason?” asked Hari, a bit exasperatedly.
“De Trinis gat sense fuh baicut de game, fuh send wan message to de Board!” grinned Bungi. “Even in de waan stan’ wha full, mos’ a de people bin fram outside!”
“Yes, I did see all those Indian fans,” conceded Satiricus.
“But t’ing nah all bad,” said Bungi when he looked at the doleful expressions on his pals’ faces.
“Yes?” asked Hari hopefully.
“Well, dis a de secan’ time India get wash out in Trinidad!” said Bungi with a wide grin. “Dem cyaan wash dem mout’ pan Guyana about cricket an’ rain na mo’!!”
