bat and ball

Well,Mahathma Gandhi wouldn't 've ended 'march',if he had known 'April' is hotter...(please,ignore this statement)...In this heat one can only afford to be lazy, and stay indoors..but ,i tried to be different.i always fancy this sport,called cricket,and this fancy earned me a sun-tan! how??. I attended CTS practise match in Anna university grounds,hoping to be picked and squeezed into the playing eleven . got a few acquanitances in the team and came to know that most of the team mates were younger to me,after knowing this some sort of arrogance creeped into my timid mind..the team was divided and the play commenced .After the openers ate some initial overs, i was given a chance to wield the willow.. without formal exposure to standard cricket(Apart from viewing and cheering),i donned the pads and gloves and ehmm..what they called a bat..(i speculated the possible reasons for the absence of,the bottom chunk of the bat, given to me, could be..er (a)starving rats,that mistook bat for grains (b) rebellious termites,that dared to eat up the termite repellant bats)..so,with half a bat,and an uncomfortable diaphragm guard, stepped into the crease..the bowler,bowled his ball, which he thought over ,while i was getting ready, that ball, made me walk back to the place,from where i came with all eagerness to bat..A good-length ball,kept low sneaked in-between my bat and pad and found the stumps and dislodged it!Later, my bowling wasn't worth commenting,two wides!..hmm,well, to get selected in team, performance is a crucial factor,which didnt happen to me...
need to learn the intricacies of playing, with a cricket ball!..