Last Days In The Press Corps.
I had the double weekend shift on my last working week with the paper. On one hand I will not miss that, but on the other, weekend sport could be a highlight and the one time when the chore of captioning and image opportunities are in some type of balance.
Westbury.
Cricket final.
My last sporting event.
It fits.
The Westbury Shamrocks are mid-dynastic high point, the third in their long history. A sweet little town just outside of Launceston, Westbury has swept the pools of all possible formats they entered in northern state mens cricket.
The double weekend shift was a good way to end, reminding me of one of the reasons I am keen to move on, but also giving me a chance to reinforce feelings of accomplishment.
Eighteen months ago, I would have baulked (possibly wilted) at working both days of the weekend on my own, in Cricket finals season no less.
By this time, I have evolved from “hope I get a useable shot”, to “this is what I am aiming at achieving” and usually getting it. Not bragging, just assessing my growth.
Sport in particular has tightened up considerably, less shots being taken, better results achieved from those I do take.
I will miss the winter sports like local AFL, Basketball, Netball and the people I potential could meet, but not much else.