Musings

Well, my team lost the game. It was a hard loss to take cause we played so well all tournament but I am not a sore loser, nor am I a sour grapes-er. NSW played the game deserving of the championship. Good for them. And my team? Still mightily proud of them. They represented my little country with amazing class and won over the fans.

In Tamale life, not much. Been so busy that I came home and remembered a very important project which saw me scrambling to get it out. I was all alone the past few days, with people out ill etc so it has been very hectic and very busy and my mind seems to not be able to keep up.

I am making Tamale time though. My early morning workouts are as close as I get to a life of my own, without having to worry about work. I don't want to be this fat when I turn...ummm...on my birthday in less than 2 months. It's good. It's going well. I am channelling my frustrations into sleeping and writing, hence the resurrection of the blog. Food is not the answer!

Looking for more writing opportunities too - I want to write about shit I enjoy doing. It really takes the load off. That and television. I love sitting and watching tv when I am not too tired to do so. There is so much shit on tv that boggles the mind, both in a "wow, I did not know that" and "wow...these people are so stupid" kinda way. Television is the source for amateur anthropologists. That and travelling. Or just having coffee. The things you see while waiting for a cup. If you only knew some of the crap I observe in my day to day activities, you would never imagine that my life were really very boring.

K to the P

Queen's Park Oval under some heavy dark clouds

It was not so sunny as we had hoped but it did not rain either, which was great. But it was a lovely day of cricket. Trinis know how to have a good time and we had a good time, especially since the West Indies beat England. Oh yeah, the beers were flowing then, and the party went on long after the last run. Plenty to eat, drink and stare at. I was on KP patrol and guess what? He was fielding on the boundary as I asked, for the majority of the English innings. I had my binoculars ready and waiting like the KP stalker I am. Every chance I got, I was staring at KP on the boundary. He is hot! I want a KP for my room!

#24 - Kevin Pietersen

My own English lovebun called me after the game to tell me he wished he was here. Awww. That was so cute. That dude really likes me you know - he is just communicatively challenged. While my cousin brought some woman to the game as the third person. Alright for him to get some ass...but not me.

I was not so hot today cause I was so tired from the weekend. I am hoping to be in bed, under blankie in the next 30mins.

Bat and balls - how phallic

Kevin Peter Pietersen, English cricketer and hottie

It's cricket weekend in lovely Trinidad. After a long week of working, I was ready to kick back and just enjoy my weekend. Weekends are always so much better when one has a job that tires you out on the 5 other days.

Today, I thought I would meet Kevin Pietersen, but it did not happen. I did manage to meet a couple of the other players from the Barmy Army (one was cute but I forget his name), but no Kevin. I would tell you what fun I was up to today but because a few thousand other people were there as part of my fun, and I am not willing to announce myself and my blog, you will just be none the wiser. But it was good fun and pretty amusing. I am always amused at the lengths some of my local Indian gals would go for a foreign cricketer to notice them. They never fail to throw themselves at these poor dudes. One girl just walked up to a couple of the players and with her American/hood-rat Trini combo accent, she was just making an ass of herself and my shoulders were heaving as I tried to stifle the laughter. All she needed to do was sit there, and look hot - like me. But then, she wasn't hot, so maybe a bit of effort really was required. But if she did not achieve anything else, she made me laugh and she made the guys laugh at her when she walked back to her seat. Amusing. These dudes have their hot model girlfriends back home and even if I were a man and I was away from home and hard-up for some ass, that would not be the ass I would hit up. But then, everyone should have a dream in life, and some self-confidence.

It would have been even more fun if I could have met Kevin Pietersen.

Just too hot. I love cricket and typically cricket is not as sexy as football. Footballers in those shorts, with those legs are at the apex of male athletic hotness, along with track athletes in the spandex suits. But cricket has typically been very conservative - dudes in either Test whites or One-Day International country colours. Long pants, loose fitting shirts, pads, helmet. But every once in a while, there is a hot cricketer on the pitch who makes my natural love of the game even more special. There have been a few - Sachin is hottish, Mark Waugh was hot, and so was Viv Richards. Ramnaresh Sarwan ain't too bad. And Kevin Pietersen. Yep. Cricket will not be left out from among the world's hot sports.

The West Indies team plays England tomorrow in a Twenty20 match at the Queen's Park Oval and I will be looking out for Kevin. Gosh, I hope he comes down to the boundary. Still, I will be in a maroon state of mind. Even if they're not as hot as Kevin, my heart will always belong to the West Indies.