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BOAT AID

 

It's not a secret.

Everybody knows.

League runs have been hard for Scott Boatwright to come by this season.

Seven innings.

18 runs.

Top score 6 (Before Dan ran him out - to be fair he did say he was going to get runs that day).

Average 2.57.

It's been hard going.

But you can help.

Because in 2021 it's not about orphans, or the homeless, or the starving, or about saving the rain forests.

It's about Boat Aid.

If everyone can find it in their hearts to pledge just one run to the cause we can really make a difference.

Umpires - if the ball hits Boaty on the pads and the batsmen go through for a single, don't signal leg byes. 

Give that run to Boat Aid.

Scorers - if there's a bye or even a wide, don't be so quick to mark it down in the extras. 

Can you not find a way to add it to Scott's tally to help him reach his goal of 100 league runs this season?

Fellow batters - when batting with Boaty, can you not push for that second run to boost the Boat Aid total?

Obviously Dan, when pushing for that second run it means you need to commit to it and not change your mind halfway through. 

We're trying to help here.

It won't be easy - the fact Boaty keeps getting cleaned up in single figures means we don't have long to act.

He can't help himself, so let's do it for him.

Don't let the skipper sink.

Boat Aid.



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