Sleeping with the Black Caps

Cricket is like porn to me, I have an insatiable appetite for which there is no end. So naturally most of my bandwidth is dominated with cricket videos (particularly from google video, neglected by the net nazis at work) cricket blogs, and of course, the holy grail for cricketing trainspotters (cricinfo). I have recently discovered the brilliant wit (albeit Australian) of Cricket With Balls. It's on the blog roll, so make sure you check it out.

Anyway, I've been distracted, the true purpose of this post was to debate what it would be like to sleep with a Black Cap (hypothetically of course):

If they were a male lover: Underrated, with a quiet librarian charm, underneath which lay a second layer of librarian charm, but underneath THAT lies some good all-round skills. Doesn't talk the talk as much as some would have like though, and has a tendency to collapse at the same point too early in every innings. Rarely good for more than one-dayers / day-nighters.

And if they were female: a shy bookkeeper you've seen a few times. Not the most attractive girl, but more than makes up for it with her performances on the pitch. Plays above herself almost every time she takes the field. Wildly inventive and proves yet again looks can be deceiving. Not a world cup winner, but you know you’ll get a few good wins out of her.