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18 November, 2025
Man in the Corner: The Cursed Game
Some cricket matches are remembered for brilliant centuries, breathtaking catches, and edge-of-your-seat finishes. Then there are the other kind; the ones the universe seems determined to sabotage from the first ball. The Man in the Corner believes Brim KSH’s B-graders found themselves smack in the middle of the latter.
Things began to unravel early when an older fill-in player tore his hamstring.
Not your garden-variety strain, but the sort of catastrophic twang that physios whisper about in cautionary tales, off the bone, with an ambulance required.
The poor bloke had to lie on his stomach because anything else was too painful to contemplate.
As if losing one player wasn’t enough, another teammate spent the match bravely battling a bout of food poisoning.
Just to prove that bad luck comes in threes, a third player dislocated a finger.
By this stage, even the boundary riders were probably wondering whether they should be wearing helmets, talismans, or perhaps carrying a small jar of sage.
The Man in the Corner reckons the post-match debrief consisted mostly of quiet groans and a vow to never to set foot on that oval again without a medical evacuation plan.