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PostHeaderIcon Backyard Cricket Rules!


Can’t Get Out First Ball : Curious rule introduced to give the token unco

bastard a reprieve. Smart-arse batsmen use it to hone their reverse sweep –

which becomes interesting when smart-arse bowlers use it to

hone their beamer.

Caught Behind : Since no-one has the desire or the reflexes to stand in the

slips cordon, an edge onto the back fence constitutes instant dismissal. Has

signalled the death of the late cut.

One Hand, One Bounce : This popular innovation (When a fielder can dismiss a

batsman by catching the ball in one hand on the first bounce)is essential to

the very fabric of the sport. Importantly, it means

a game can be organised with a minimum of players. More importantly, it means

you don’t have to put your beer down.

No LBW : When no umpires are available (or trustworthy), the only option is to

can the LBW rule altogether, ensuring cagey batsmen shuffle across the crease

as if test driving a Zimmer frame.

Six And Out (Then Fetch It) : Introduced to combat space and energy

restrictions. It’s rumoured to have been initiated by a hapless bowler living

alongside a pack of Rottweilers.


Esky : Strategically placed at the bowler’s end, the esky is the shrine, the

fuel, the Richie Benaud of backyard cricket – because it holds the beer.

Balls : A minimum of 3 tennis balls is advised, as there’s always some pissed

smart-arse who delights in tonking them over the fence. Advanced exponents use

electrical tape around half the ball to give it more

swing than Austin Powers.

Dog : Preferable of Kelpie or Heeler extraction, so it can field every ball,

including those that dissapear under the house or thorny bushes. The downside

is that they produce more slobber than a 14 year old male Penthouse reader. The

upside is the dog will sleep for 3 days straight afterwards.

Rubbish Bin : It would be nice to think you can clean up your own mess, but in

reality the bin makes a perfect set of stumps.

Bat : Boasting multiple scratches and dents, and no grip left on the handle,

it’s usually of 1980’s vintage, with a fake signature of Allan Border or Merv

Hughes providing added backyard cult status.


Stumps : The game draws to a close when,

a) your pissed host finally cooks the snags after the barbie has run out of gas,

b) Macca hits the last ball onto the road and it dissapears down the drain, or

c) your girlfriend cracks the shits and wants to go home because you “become a

bastard” when you hang around with your mates.

Flower Damage : Any respectful male will cringe and help hide the fact that you

have just topped your girlfriend’s petunias. Somehow, the universal threat of a

week-long drought bonds the male species.

Spilt Beer : Ideally, the offending batsman should apologise profusely and

offer to replace the vanquished stubbie. Fat Chance. The feat prompts shitloads

of laughter, and the usually triumphant “Get me one while you’re at it!”

No Running Between Wickets : Every backyard cricket specialist should know this

phrase, “The words fun and run don’t go together.” Just ask Arjuna Ranatunga.

besides, how the f#$ck are you supposed to run in thongs?

Courtesy Call : Always invite the chicks to have a bat. They usually say no,

but on the odd occasion, they do take a grip of the willow. You can bowl a

couple of dollies to her so she can hit before ending this freakish sideshow

with a yorker. Most chicks hold a bat as if they’re chopping wood. And they

can’t handle yorkers.

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