But egg sandwiches

As my parents, brother and I queued to get into the SCG today, we brightly said to each other, "Should see Australia batting today!" "Yes, plenty of batting!", "That's the good thing about Day 3, you often get to see batting and bowling."

I may have rather sharply remarked at that point that we could have seen batting and bowling on day one at the MCG, which was unnecessary, because we all knew we were pushing it. And: yes (the next stage of grief from "but no"?).

We were at the back of the Victor Trumper stand and completely surrounded by supporters of England. Not the singing ones, fortunately, "standing" ones - we only realised we were surrounded when they all leapt to their feet when - oh, which milestone was it? Someone's 50, 100, 150... maybe Cook, Bell, Prior... The middle session was the hardest I think, I could barely look at the scoreboard, my brother and I got out all of the SMH's cryptic crossword. Then it was just that dissociative free-fall when you know all is lost and you just cheer all the bowling changes - sure, why not Hussey?

But: egg sandwiches.

I also took way too many pictures of Hilfenhaus standing far below near the boundary. But he would place himself in the centre of a grass diamond itself at the apex of a grass checkerboard with his hands on hips and weight on one leg.


Turmoil update

It now seems likely that Beer's creased forehead is due to thick skin, which is just as bloody well, no?