Beer Cricket.

The ball behaved like a hooligan. Streaked past the boundary and then knocked the beer of its perch. The beer stumbled, emptied itself on the ball. Beer and ball frolicked on the grass, it was a moment. The bereaved (the beer-eaved) was overcome with shock and media glare excitement.

Then the beer-ball was dried, and bowled with.

Minutes of tweets, 2nd Day Ashes:

Beer on ball. Look out for beamers.

In spite of the beer, the ball kept low.

Rudi though was high as a kite. Guess he drank the ball.

If that didn’t make sense, well, neither did Rudi.