Got an interesting link from my reader-pardner from Brooklyn, Concrete Stand (whose e-nickname, taken from the place where he learned about it, hints at the truth that he knows more about West Indies cricket than our cricket board; mind you, so do most primary school kids). You may have picked up the story he sent me of the wealthy Norwegian man who “forgot” his US$108K boat moored to a jetty in Sweden for the two years, the keys tied to the boat’s railing for all to see. Norwegian police only tracked the boat owner down through a FaceBook post, it seems. (I can imagine
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Two Sundays ago, Desmond Haynes, one half of the West Indies cricket team’s most famous opening pair was denied entry to the stand that bears his name at Kensington Oval: Desmond Haynes couldn’t get into the Greenidge & Haynes Stand for the first T20 against England!
On the other side of the world, for the last two weeks, China, Australia, India and the rest of the world sat wringing their hands in frustration over the pointed refusal of the Malaysian authorities to
We live in the most interesting of times and we find out about everything that happens as soon as it does – except, perhaps, in Barbados. I’m not sure if the rest of the Caribbean has noticed it, and I doubt the rest of the cricket world would care at all, but, two Sundays ago, one half of the West Indies cricket team’s most famous opening pair was denied entry to the stand that bears his name at Kensington Oval.
Yes, it’s true: Desmond Haynes couldn’t get into the Greenidge & Haynes Stand
The Saga of the Sore Joints continues but, after two months, all of the year so far, it may FINALLY be beginning to look up. My Barbados doctor confirmed the diagnosis of my Trinidad doctor in ruling out carpal tunnel syndrome, but, even after the bursitis had gone, the pain lingered on or even got worse, like Trinidad switching governments. But we’re all pretty sure now that what I have is acute (that very nearly became chronic) tendonitis, mercifully limited, now, to my
Since New Year’s Day I’ve been more or less in constant discomfort, and, for all of January, in actual pain (at least several times a day). It’s not nearly as bad, now, as it was, thank Science, because I’ve been OD-ing on antiinflammatory drugs for the last three weeks. At first, I’d diagnosed myself with carpal tunnel syndrome (from all the typing) in my right wrist and left elbow, but I gave myself a second opinion when I recalled that both injuries presented their first symptoms on New Year’s morning, and might well have been sustained on Old Year’s Night, when I could have pronated my wrist in any of half-a-dozen ways, the least glamorous (and enjoyable) of which was opening a second bottle of champagne under the influence