Saturday evening found us parked again at Darley Abbey in Derby. The car park adjoins a cricket field where a game was underway. I decided to watch and take some pix and see if I could figure out what was going on. The game is quite similar to American baseball in that 99% of the time the players just stand around, looking intense, and scratching their private parts. There the similarities end, however. In cricket, they all wear the same white uniforms, which is confusing. They do not chew. Detailed statistics are kept, I understand, though in a form unintelligible to baseball fans. An inning is called an 
innings. Innings are called 
innings, too. The batter is called a 
batsman. The pitcher is called the 
bowler, and he has his own 22 yard-long runway for winding up and delivering the...
bowl. The runway is called the 
pitch. The ball is about the size of a mature 
plum. There are no bases, as such. Batsmen are 
dismissed rather than put 
out. There are also 
wickets, 
stumps, and 
creases and other matters very different from baseball. However, each side has 11 players, making cricket more similar to American football than baseball; in that respect.
They were still playing as darkness fell. It was all very edifying, but I don't care if I never go back.
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The is the view from behind home plate; I saw no umpire; perhaps he is also 
wearing white | 
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| Still behind home plate; everyone is poised...something is about to happen... | 
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| This is the cricket clubhouse | 
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These are the fans, not including me; no one was selling nor consuming peanuts  
nor crackerjack, nor hot dogs, nor beer, nor anything else  | 
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| This is the view from 1st base; well, where 1st base would be... | 
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View from right center field; look just right of dead center and you will see the 
bowler winding up to deliver his bowl; whoa! a 93 mph fast-ball bouncing off 
the turf in front of the batsperson! Swing and a miss! | 
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View from 3rd base...apparently a break in the "action"; or perhaps the 7th 
innings stretch; at which point, thus edified, and ready to set down my 
impressions of this great Commonwealth sport, I returned to the car park |