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Not really understanding cricket is not necessarily an impediment to enjoying aspects of the game. And learning about it can make a difference as I learnt at the opening of the exhibition at Canberra Museum and Gallery’s Bradman Museum Exhibition and the launch of the book, The Bradman Museum’s World of Cricket written by Mike Coward with extraordinary photos by Bruce Postle.
The book is an excellent compendium of stories that commentators love but are lost in much of today’s hysteria about the minutiae and mediocre managed to the nth degree by the spinners off the field of play. This beautiful book that my grandfather would have loved – he sat up through the night listening to the tests from England on his trusty bakelite wireless with Alan McGilvray commentating using his famous pencil tapping sound effects system- is old school journalism where the story and many of the photos took some chasing, initiative and determination, that is today a media managed opportunity with no exclusivity and mindless repetition on the 24/7 news cycle
But intriguing at this exhibition opening was the history lesson from the Bradman Museum curators, David Wells and Belinda McMartin, with tidbits of stuff useful for a day on the green with knowledgeable cricket tragics so you don’t miss an opportunity to show how smart you really are.
For example did you know Bradman played cricket in New York on his ‘extended’honeymoon with an Aussie team along for the ride. At Innisfail Park he was dismissed for a duck. His wife Jessie Bradman probably went shopping at Saks instead. Cricket was a very popular game in the north-east of the USA especially for the gentry – there was a cricket pitch in Central Park - but along came baseball and the ordinary folk found a game that was fast exciting and all done and dusted on the same day. And that I reckon is happening again with the Big Bash and ODI games filling the venues while tedious tests become yawningly boring.
Take time to visit the exhibition, and buy a book from Dymock’s and marvel at the smoke haze of a certain West Indian puffing away. As Mike Coward said once a Rasta always a Rasta.