But Anyways....

I will gladly have you know that I am safely and some what soberly back from my trip, and if I must say, looking damn tan and handsome. Which brings me to the concept of conceit, or as some would say the reason that foreigners do not like us Americans...arrogance. That is right Mr World Man, we are arrogant.

After spending my mornings diving the depths with the hawk bill turtle and barracudas amongst the spectacularly misnamed common sea fans then later hiking (the hills were alive, with the sound of donkey) to heights with the likes of the Montserrat Oriole and the elusive Mountain Chicken, I would find myself, as I would on most nights at home I suppose, belly up to a bar with a cold beer and a hot plate of the aforementioned mountain "chicken"; and to a man, as is our wont, I invariably would turn my attention away from The Box to the tele and watch whatever game was on; in this case, the game being cricket, as the World Cup is currently taking place on various rocks throughout the Caribbean.

I can say confidently and with conviction that I now fully comprehend the game of cricket, and even after extensive discussions with locals and expats alike how baseball is a derivative of cricket, I still think it is pretty gay.

Although I almost always leave New York Donkey behind once I hit international waters, and transform into my alter ego... Friendly Donkey; at this point the Arrogant American in me kicked in.

I kindly and charismatically pointed out that although it may be true that cricket is the inspiration for America's Pastime, it's also true that like most things, it took American ingenuity to perfect it. In this case a game that required minimal athletic ability in its original incarnation (case in point Irelands historic upset over power Pakistan on St Paddys) and sometimes takes three days to complete what us yanks, or better yet, us Mets, can do bigger faster and stronger in less than four hours. In other words... cricket is pretty gay.

I then threw a hundo on the bar and bought the rum shop a round for my rudeness.

When asked if I had anything smaller.

I explained that in America a hundred is small.

EE-Aw!