Wednesday June 30

The Purples set a target that is achievable. Maroons chase, and have some early problems, but U has a great game. They slowly chip at the score, and they have suddenly 8 runs to get in 4 bowls. All the Maroons are standing. Tense, holding their heads, with excitement in their faces. Purples are up too, getting worried and nervous. Umer keeps hitting small shots, a four here and there. The Purple coach gets frustrated, exclaims FUCK and throws a ball to the ground. Then he goes and picks it up. The Maroon team yell and cheer like I've never seen them at every run. They protest and advocate to the ref at every play, though they know the ref can't hear them or see them from 60 feet away. It comes to a difference of 6 runs on the last bowl, and Umer smashes it. The ball sails in the air toward the boundary, it seems like this is it. Everybody holds their breath. It seems like minutes pass by. But it is caught. The Purples win the game by only 5 runs.