Confusion

Cr — t and cr — t both have wickets. One’s boring, the other’s chess on the run.

Croquet’s wickets I confused with cricket’s, as a kid, so gave cricket a miss for too long. Love it now, though I don’t know it very well.

Croquet is varnished wooden pieces peeled, worn, greyed and split by summer rains, wire and wood pieces lost in overgrown grasses, toes cut or stubbed when the pieces are found by oblivious bare feet in shadowed, still-uncut lawns at summers’ ends.

Cricket is something else.

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