RXA

Not me … Richie Benaud, the Channel nine cricket commentating legend.

When he was leading the commentary team AND spending time during each match in front of the camera (in the cream, bone, white, off-white, ivory or beige jacket) his commentary was always straight down the line … I remember when one of the other commentators would try and coax a story out of him he would have no bar of it.

This year, relieved of television duties (and seen in a blue jacket!) he is taking part in stories about Michael Slater’s tattoos and wondering if modern day cricket medics still use a bag of peas to ice ankles with. The man as I often say to friends still has one of the most amazing cricket recollections in the game but know he’s that he is funny, I’m enjoying the cricket a lot more.

99/365 - My little man

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When I have Matthew (normally one day per week) he drives me insane with his constant badgering and requests to do things. It’s a horrible thing to say but sometimes I count the hours until I can drop him off back at his mothers. A couple of weekends ago he was in fine form and I couldn’t wait to pack him off. He was rude, disobedient and a downright pain in the arse.

But what he doesn’t know is that when he is with his mother, there is a huge part of me missing.

I wish I was a better father those times he is around but I know that if I get too close the days he isn’t around hurt twice as much … like today.

I rang Lucy at work hoping to get her voice mail as I knew she had a lot of meetings today. I just needed to hear her voice. Silly girl answered her phone. Even sillier girl still wants to be with me even though I can be an emotional roller coaster at times.

Comments from members of the flickr community (as well as talking to Lucy) have helped buck me up a lot this morning. Thanks guys!