I had a hissy fit (yeah hard to imagine) with my cricket club, the Noarlunga Cricket Club.
I'd played footy and cricket many years for the club, had been on the committee and captain of various grades at the club so was pretty well into the club.
Was having a casual year because of a young family but still averaged close to 50 in C grade, no other regular C grade player would have averaged over 20 and I was in the top 2 keepers at the club too.
A good mate of mine had taken over the captaincy that year but was having a shocker of a year lucky to get 10 each game but still got put up to the Bs as he was in politically and trained harder than I did and I took over the captaincy at various times.
Come finals time we were 2nd, played in the 2nd semi and got smashed, all out for 50 something. I opened and was the 2nd to last person out and got 30.
Anyway, come around to selections the next week the B Grade had won their final and had the week off so they dropped 5 players back to the C grade.
I was told I was dropped while 6 others in the team were still in including the captain who was averaging about 5 a game and got a duck in the first final.
I spat it, told them they could stick their club up their arse, they told me to settle down as I'd be opening in the Grand Final (the prelim final win was a formality). I told them to stick it up their arse again.
The coach was a great bloke but had to back up the captain (ex friend of mine by now) and me and the coach had a slinging match over the club rooms which had a few extra spectators because footy training was well and truly in action by then.
I left the club never to play cricket again.
As, Bs and Cs all lost the Grand final the following weekend with the Bs and Cs noticably not having a decent opener or keeper of which I was both of.(captain also thought he was a keeper, shocking to say the least)
Bad and good ending, I never talked to my mate ever again who was captain but later that year I was filling in for our footy club's C grade and our cricket coach (who was also an A grade footy player and went on to be a A grade coach of footy) was filling in one Sunday at Bice Oval, Christies Beach.
Anyway, he knew as well as any that I couldn't kick at footy, I took a mark 35 m out and kicked a goal (my first ever in 50 odd games) and he was the first bloke to give me a big hug, not that it made any difference as I'll always respect him but it meant a lot to me.
I only played about 2 games of footy after that (did a hammy celebrating my goal).
Caught up occasionally with the coach and love the guy and his family, he's a legend, to this day have never spoken to the captain, he went on to do nothing too except be a fat slob.
