Wicketkeeping sux0rz!~

Being cursed with a bum knee for the past couple of years, I thought I standing still behind the stumps would be something the knee would fancy. Sure I knew I'd have sore thighs, but at least I wouldn't be limping around for New Year's again. So I did. (All this was before a Cricket match). Fast-forward a day later -- my knee's fine. But my butt and my thighs are dead. They don't move anymore. Not that I require my butt to move, but I can't sit on it either.

I was practically huffing and puffing at the end of 5 overs. And those damn heavy pads I had to wear. Sometimes I wish I'd just fielded in the slips or something. And to top it off, I tanned like a mofo.