Bashers. It's Shanghainese for Cricket

Loosening Up

Apparently this pie bloke starts working the suds on the way out, turns in a couple of tight ones to ease the wide fears of cap’n Loooose, slips down a few coldies, carefully deflects a Della straight one with a left leg placed between the middle stump and the umpire’s head, has a brief but violent moment of memory loss after a couple of Bamboo quieties, and wakes up from oblivion with Andre in his face saying “We’ll need to tell your wife about this.” 

It’s all good, but I’ll admit to a couple of blank spots.  Tell me your version after practice tonight.  I’ll be at the bottom of the stairs. Somehow.