Willow over wood

Where once a fine soldier could carve his name in an arc across mail and lace of a damsel he desired, I see a caveman club his betrothed to his bidding.
Flair of thrust parry and precission point manipulation like calligraphic penmanship, I gather, the glory over the dash and dots spewed across telegraph poles held in both hands makes for excitement.
Many great poets beheaded as a last, in awe, their soul could encourage once more, I guess, rebuilding from the ground up equality means all are henchmen.
Taking a life with bare hands, holding it, in bare hands, but, it's that one glove, that single glove, that show of defiance to, Aristocracy, a gesture to the friends of another great Revulsion.

I guess that I placed too much spin, into this and left no room for interpretation. I am comparing Cricket to that tree-felling game you call Baseball. Maybe, I have it wrong and you just don't care for cricket at all.

I will however reiterate that I now.............
dare that any American take the gauntlet and challenge me to a dual.