Most folks probably spent their afternoon at home, slouched in a chair with snacks in hand, watching the baseball game on TV. Not Bob. Nope—while the Blue Jays were swinging bats on the screen, Bob was out in the park watching another kind of bat in action: cricket.
There’s something refreshing about it. Instead of hot dog commercials and announcers talking over each other, Bob had the soundtrack of leather on willow, teammates shouting encouragement, and the odd cheer when someone connected solidly with the ball.
The sun was shining, the field stretched green, and the game rolled on with a rhythm of its own. Cricket isn’t baseball, that’s for sure—but Bob found it just as fascinating. The bowlers charged in, the batsmen leaned into their shots, and the outfielders waited for that perfect chance to snag the ball.
Sure, Bob could’ve stayed home and watched a home run fly across a screen. But being out in the park, seeing the players celebrate and the crowd of friends gathered around the boundary—it felt alive. Real.
Sometimes it’s better to leave the TV off and head outside. Because while baseball may rule the airwaves, cricket quietly rules the park. And today, Bob wouldn’t have traded one for the other.
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