We told Sam that we would ‘get this one up before the Ashes at the very latest’.
I finish work early on Wednesdays, so I dashed home in order to catch the remainder of the final one-day international between England and Pakistan.
Being far too brassic to afford proper, actual Sky Sports, a friend had directed me towards an internet link to stream the match.
This may or may not be legal, but I figured cricket is above the law.
After about an hour of playing around trying to get the streaming to work, I settled down with a cup of tea and three chocolate digestive biscuits.
The sound on the screen was out of synch with the picture, so as Shahid Afridi bowled, I heard the crunch of leather on willow that told me Collingwood had punched it away for one.
Then the picture rolled on and I felt a huge sense of prescience as the ginger ninja did indeed nudge the ball to leg for a long single.
This imbalance seemed to eradicate itself during the second innings, but my girlfriend insisted on listening to the radio commentary through headphones because she couldn’t follow the sky commentary.
I didn’t blame her. Ian Botham went a whole over of being silent before simply mumbling ‘Morgan’, ‘245-5’ and then ‘we’ll take a break’.
Meanwhile, my better half was laughing along to Aggers and Vic Marks discussing the finer points of Luke Wright’s impending wedding.
The radio commentary was ahead of the streaming this time, so every time there was a wicket, I heard a cheer from beside me on the couch, followed 10 seconds later by Graeme Swann fizzing another one through the Pakistan defences.
She began to feel smug, like she was some sort of cricketing soothsayer.
It was weird.
I’m thinking about investing in Sky Sports in time for the Ashes.
Donations kindly accepted.