They're baaaack!

Oh, thank goodness...I was afraid they'd left Northside Park forever. Instead, we've had game after game of horrifying soccer - high, vicious, pre-pubescent voices raised in triumph and the lower, angrier, voices of their parents (who ask themselves: is this it? is this supposed to mean something, to be the purpose of my life? here, in this mosquito-ridden field, watching my tenure played out in repetitive, useless motions? the least you can do is perform...fucking kick the damn ball, you parasitic child!)


This evening, however, in the muggy beginnings of twilight, came a happier, fiercer noise. For they had returned: Cricketers!

The view from my driveway.