St George reigns supreme
I was talking to an old mate at Cup Match
last Thursday and he said that if he's on the island he would always go to the game. "Why wouldn't I?"
he said, and I thought how true. What an experience it was even though we were only there for a few hours and rain delayed the start.
Most of Hamilton's scaffolding from the many building sites had been 'borrowed' to help construct precarious watching areas (stands would be an exaggeration) and spectators blew horns, whistled and danced to loud music whilst slowly getting wasted on colourful drinks.
Of course a dare mention of the word 'Caribbean' elicits a frosty stare because this is Bermuda boy! Nevertheless the atmosphere was West Indies-esque, and I can only imagine it got more steamy and drunken as the two-day game progressed.
A cab driver explained that a draw for the away side, St Georges would be enough for them to retain the cup and a draw it was
, despite Somerset's efforts to attack the bowling at every opportunity. Cup Match was a Bermuda I had heard about but had not seen in my short stay, I'll look for more soon.