It’s Saturday afternoon, and the Australians are everywhere. There’s one crouched behind me, nine spread across the field, and one straight ahead, whipping a ball at my face.
I swing at the ball. I miss, hard. I yank my shoulder, scream in pain and close my eyes as everything goes white. Cringing, I drop the bat, and it clatters to the frozen plywood—I let my team down in a double-whammy of physical and emotional pain. My eyes open but everything stays white—because this is snow cricket.
The Link Newspaper