South Africa 335 (Amla 78, de Kock 68, Philander 54, Anderson 5-72) and 75 for 1 (Elgar 38*, Amla 23*) lead England 205 (Root 78) by 205 runs
We didn’t have a lot of money growing up. That is not to say that we were poor. I never wanted for anything, I always had fresh school supplies in the fall, and there was always food on the table and presents under the tree, and while I wore a lot of hand-me-downs from my older cousins, I always had new shoes when I needed them. But we also went without a lot of things that my middle-class peers enjoyed: cable television, VCRs, fancy cars (my mother drove a 1970s orange Chevette hatchback my entire childhood) and vacations that weren’t to my grandparents’ cottages in Michigan or a distant relative’s condominium in Florida. And I remember more than a few hushed arguments about money between my mother and father.
And so when in February of 1987 when I was 11 years old and my sister 13 it was a pretty big deal when at the kitchen table my mother broke the good news that in April we would be flying — FLYING! — to Florida to spend three days at Disney World (!!) followed by four days … on a CRUISE! We were over the moon with excitement. My sister even started packing that afternoon, despite the fact that the trip was over two months away.
In preparation for the vacation to end all vacations, my mother took me clothes shopping. It was the 1980s and I had a very specific style in mind, despite just being 11 years old. Hawaiian shirts and light shorts and pants and pastel polo style shirts. The pièce de ré·sis·tance of the new wardrobe was a pair of white slacks that I would pair with a light blue polo shirt. I planned on wearing it the day we boarded the cruise ship. I was over come with excitement. My own clothes! New clothes! And of the highest fashion (in my mind).
The trip came and it was lovely. We rode rides at Disney World and stayed in a nice hotel and ate dinner out every single night. We spend an entire day at the beach swimming in the ocean and building sand castles. My parents only had one disagreement that I heard, over whether or not it was worth the walk over to Epcot (it wasn’t).
Then midway through the week we drove to the Cruise ship dock and dropped off our rental car and boarded the ship. I was of course wearing my new clothes, my perfect outfit. We dropped our stuff off in our room and went straight to the buffet for lunch (cruises are basically just one big floating buffet table). As we were standing in the line and filling our plates with fruit and little sandwiches, my sister, who was in line next to me, starting scratching at the hem of my shirt. I had no idea what she was doing, I looked down and there was this black, flaky goop all down the side my my shirt and pant leg. I had no idea what it was or where it came from. My new outfit was ruined! I was horrified.
My sister pulled her hand away and looked at it and then back at the goop on my shirt and then looked me in the eye.
“Gross,” she said.