The next decade....what's in store?

Here comes Fuzzy

Fuzzy represents cricketers who could have been, but for circumstances and opportunity they never were.

Fuzzy is a taxi driver who I took from the Pegasus hotel home today. As I got in the car after having kept him waiting, I said "sorry to keep you waiting". Him face screw up. Immediately I knew that I had to work this one over to feeling better about having had to wait on me.

He started behaving like a typical taxi driver when he switched lanes. "Which way are you driving?" He points to the direction of the lane from which he switched. "So why did you come in this lane?". He explained that he was going to beg a space when he reached up the top. "Lord"....but I said that to myself.

If I could have had a sheet to cover my face I would have, the way he was boring. And then he boasted that he wouldn't get hit. I wasn't so sure, as evidenced by my rapidly beating heart.

Anyway, closer to home he mentioned that he played cricket, so my interest piqued. What club? Mona United. What high school? Kingston College. Then he mentioned how he made 198 not out one time, and last match took 4 wickets and was 88 not out. Clearly a man with talent.

"Mi woulda like fi play fi West Indies yuh nuh". What kept you from doing that? Wavell Hinds. Naturally I will ask Wavellous if he knows him.

So imagine if he had worked harder (he admits that Wavell had more stick-to-it-ivenss) he coulda be one of them embroiled in this saga now. "Ah waan mek di West Indies team and mek plenty money." The West Indies players would probably disagree with him.

But this evening's experience got me thinking about how people fall into paths that, had things been different, they never woulda got on to. Life is sure interesting.

Posted by yamfoot at March 16, 2005 06:44 PM