Carol and Jaime organized a cricket match and the entire
congregation was invited. The stakes
weren’t quite as high as in Lagaan (if you don’t know what I’m talking about,
you need to watch this Bollywood classic), but I at first was not going to
play. I was content to sit and watch and
try to figure out the rules. Eventually
I got talked into playing and it was pretty fun. When I was batting they had to treat me like
a little kid and bowl really soft. When
we were fielding, a ball got by me and I scrambled like a madman trying to get
it back in the field. After several runs
scored due to my failure, an onlooker and his girl called out to me: “You
Jamaican mon?” “No I’m American.” “Oh, that makes sense.” The two had a good
laugh about that, and I couldn’t help but smile.
When I wasn'truining my team's chance to win fielding or batting, I took a few videos of the action. Here's one:
When I wasn't
Later that night, we had a congregation going away party for
Carol and Jaime. We had dinner, a few of
the brothers and sisters had some nice words for the girls, and after that we had
a dance party. Let me tell you, the
The girls are here for a couple more days, and then off to England
they return. I’ll miss them, but this
was a fitting goodbye.
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