Satiricus was so disconsolate he hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep after the CPL Finals. He was trudging towards the Back Street Bar to drown his sorrows with the fellas. How many times would he have his hopes raised, and then dashed on the rocks to be shattered into shards? He knew he was getting a bit dramatic, but he couldn’t help himself. For the fourth time in six seasons, his beloved Warriors had reached the finals, only to go down in defeat.
“Wha’ wraang wid yuh black tong, bai?” was how Cappo greeted him as he took his seat slowly at the table.
“Yeah maan, yuh always tell abee dat when yuh put yuh black tong pan something, ‘e gat fuh happen!” said Bungi accusingly.
“Well, it did up to now, hasn’t it?” said Satiricus defensively.
“OK fellas, don’t blame Sato for the Warriors’ loss,” said Hari. “There were a lot of other reasons for that disaster!’
“Me ‘gree wid yuh,” said Cappo. “When me look a de game, me seh dis na de same team wha’ me see in Guyana!”
“Yes!” interjected Bungi. “Me know dem seh de groun’ na gi’e big score. But fram de beg’ning, me t’ink dem need about 170 runs.”
“But even when the wickets started to fall, I thought Tanvir would stabilise the innings,” said Hari. “That was a very irresponsible shot he played to get out.”
“And it’s not just his batting,” complained Satiricus. “Look at his fielding and bowling!!”
“Dem na shou’d bring he back nex’ year,” said Cappo firmly. “Like he get too ole!”
“Me see wan letta seh dem shou’d fyaah de maninja,” pointed out Bungi. “Me ‘gree!”
“Well, I think a serious shake- up has to happen,” said Satiricus. “But don’t forget that we still got into the finals!”
“I know that, Sato,” said Hari. “But we can’t accept the tag of being ‘chokers’. ”
“Suh leh abee na t’row out de baby wid de dutty wata,” concluded Cappo.
They all drank to that and “cheered”: “Wait till nex’ year!”