It is fitting that this year is the 22nd  as that is all cricket lover would know is the distance in yards the length of a cricket pitch. Looks short unless you are facing a quick, then it is short. How strange vision can delude you, 22 yards is 22 yards.

Maurice Bromley. Tournament Director is the full yard no short measure, no short pitch this man. Never seen as a full toss, some times gets real bounce when short pitched. Known not to budge an inch, but has inched the Sixes over the years into a great competition.

Renita Bromley. finance and advertising guru and more. Always in her tent, now cooled by the misting fan these days. With yards of paper and money paying bills and keeping a close check on all the comings and goings making sure the Sixes is financially secure.

Mike McCune, fathom that out our resident geek of techno babble and all things “computerate”. This year in moving pictures and instant scores on the Internet. Relishes the culinary yard no feather weight here, not even a trot weight.

Barry Radburn,  responsible for teams and fees, new to the team and barnyard and has yet to establish his yardage. The link could be a chain of bondage or even a staff as he surveys the field trying to go 1720 yards or is that the extra mile.

Eric Little, curator (gardener) here’s a man who knows his yardage. His timing is superb knowing when the sun is over the yard arm. Known for his love of his yard of ale. Better in the morning, no night owl and who gives a hoot.

Anne Dawson, our chief scorer has gone the distance with many a score settled. Know to dot the balls and have seen a few wides, but never scored with no balls. Knows how far a pitch is and when to chain the unruly in.

Peter Dawson, a barn yard fowl or is that a duck. Often with fowl intent or maybe looking for a chook or is that a hen or a fluffy duck. Master of the score board during the day and master of scoring at night. Known to frequent to get the light and been spotted there. Sort of gets poled into the job.

David Walker, Magazine and printing for old plugger has the yardage sussed out. Gammy hip and all. Gets a bit “O Ho” during the owl hours. Never seen in the early morning twilight except it could be when wending his way home. Mornings are not his best time, quoted as saying is there such a time.

“Reds” Ian Liddell,  Mr. foot lose and fancy free. Like many other financial advisers have become a little less visual lately. Likes to watch birds on the perch, but better keep rod in the yard or it will be linked to the chain that is the mail. Know for his less than shuttle pitch and that is no 22 yards. Good old Aussie style, coming ready or not.

Terry Skillet,  Definitely old fog horn leg of the barnyard or is that foot and mouth maybe mad cow causes the affliction. Can be heard giving his full volume on any subject. Heaven help us as he will be sitting with a microphone in hand this year. Can he be as wit full as Viking. Twitful for sure.

Jenny Morgan, the demon of the duck. You get a fluffy feeling from her and get fined at the same time. That is if your skill deserts you or a mad rush of blood forces you to make a duck. Will be seen stalking the lowly batsman that fail to trouble the scorers with intent to raise money for kids cricket development. Great job Jenny.

Awn Pattamaporn, resident bar keeper and of all things alcoholic liquids. Her play station is around a bar having a quiet drink with friends. Can dispense a good yard of ale or two. No short measure here. Bound to leave you in good condition, but what for, who knows and who cares after a night drinking with our hostess with the mostess.
 
Paul “Hagar” Jones, Umpire in chief.  Known for his judgement and bounce, give him an inch he will take a mile. Stands 22 yards from the action, never that close to a bouncer, unless it is at a bar. He measures a yard by his own girth these days, increasing each year. Mist be friend of Jenny as he has developed a duck waddle.