It's quite sad that no one moment immediately springs to mind. I would've hoped that there's been at least one moment of utter greatness that I could brag about.
There was this one game of
Indoor Cricket a few years ago (get ya head around that, Martian.
). I know that expecting any of you to know the rules of Indoor Cricket would be pushing my luck. For the purposes of this story, however, all you need to know is that everytime you lose your wicket, you lose 3 runs.
So there we were, in the last over of the game, one ball remaining. We were in the field, my best friend was bowling and I was fielding at short leg. We had defended our measly 67 runs well up to that point, but we were losing ground. The opposing team had already made 69 and with only one ball remaining all they had to do was block it to win.
So the ball gets bowled, gets fended off to the leg side past my right hand. It hit the net and the batsmen set off for a run. In one swift motion I "swatted" the ball as it was coming off the net and hit the base of the leg stump, running out the non-striker and winning us the game.
