“We’re here in Adelaide,” Will said smoothly to the camera, “where Australia open their T20 series with India.”

“Why did Ida lay here?” Rock asked. (More)

Midday Matinee is our people watching, people doing and people being feature. Join the Woodland Creatures for an afternoon break.

Welcome back to Tuesday’s Tale, a weekly feature where we collaborate to write a story. Previous Tuesday’s Tales include Ramen and Shivery Squatch. We follow the basic rules of the “Yes, And” improvisational game – accept everything written so far as part of the story, and add your own paragraph (or so) where the last addition left off – except you needn’t begin your addition with “Yes, and.” I’ll start the story….

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Note: Today’s characters appeared previously in The Halftime Speech, Jock Itch, The Winter Games, and The Whirled Cup.

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Will Wurdie turned to his color commentator, Rock Peters. “Huh?”

“You said we’re here where Ida laid,” the former offensive American football player replied. Well, still offensive, but differently. “So why did Ida lay here?”

“Ohh,” Will said, turning again to the camera, his face framed by perfectly coifed hair that not even a hurricane could stir. “I said in Adelaide, Rock. It’s the name of this city, in Australia.”

“What will Oss try?” Rock asked.

In the control room, Dana the director thumbed her intercom. “Stop trying to mimic the Aussie accent, Will. Say ADD-dih-laid, not IDE-dih-laid, and Aus-TRAIL-ya, not Aus-TRIAL-ya.”

Will nodded. “Australia, Rock. Adelaide, Australia.”

“I know where we are,” Rock said, reaching into his jacket. “It’s printed right here on my airline tickets.”

Will sat up. “You didn’t store those in the hotel room safe?”

“After thirty hours in a plane,” Will said, “I just flopped in the bed and slept. I’m still wearing the same stuff I wore on the flight.”

“That must smell … nice,” Dana muttered.

Will bit his lip. “So what should we expect from today’s T20 action, Rock?”

“Overs and outs,” Rock said, looking at his notes. He looked up at Will. “Do they play this game by radio or something?”

Will chuckled. “No, an over is a series of six balls bowled by the same player. Then they switch ends and switch bowlers for another six balls.”

“Like an inning,” Rock said, “and a relief pitcher.”

“Well,” Will said, “in cricket an innings is–”

“–are,” Rock said proudly. “Innings are.”

Will took a slow breath and swallowed. “In cricket, innings is both singular and plural. Like moose, or deer.”

“I heard Dear Abby is plural,” Rock said. “They actually have a couple of writers.”

“I don’t know about that,” Will replied, his face a vision of patience. “Anyway, in a T20 each team bats for twenty overs.”

Rock nodded. “So that’s what the 20 means. Umm, what does the T mean?”

“Twenty,” Will said.

“You already told me about the 20,” Rock insisted.

“The T is short for Twenty, as in Twenty-20,” Will explained.

“It’s a vision test, by radio?” Rock asked. He shook his head. “Well, that explains the drivers down here.”

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