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How is that suffering?
It's like going to Alton Towers. 90% of the day is queueing up, talking shit. Do you remember the conversations you were having during the hour long wait? Nope, you remember the 90 second thrill that followed.
Test cricket, it takes them a minute or so to faff about and deliver the ball. The batsman might think "nah" and just let it go past him, then they faff about again for a minute or so, then the next delivery. This happens a lot, with the occasional tap-and-run. Eventually, something happens. You obviously didn't see it, but the bowler went YAY to the umpire, the umpire sticks his pointy finger out, everyone goes batshit, their guy walks off the pitch. That's good. That's reason to drink up and get more beer.
Then the rain comes. The umpire stands around in the middle of the pitch while looking bemused. Military-trained groundsmen pull covers over the pitch like their lives depend on it. Everyone moans about British summers. More beer.
Maybe ten minutes later, the rain stops. Great, we can get on with things... in like half an hour, when we're certain the rain has stopped, and the few drops that did get on the pitch have dried up.
Eventually, we run out of time and call it a draw, even though we're winning by miles.
What's the problem? How is this not an excellent day out?
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