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MILLVILLE, Minn. -- Ken Roczen won the Spring Creek National on Saturday for his sixth victory in the first eight Lucas Oil Pro Motocross Championship events of the season, sweeping the 450 Class motos.The RCH Suzuki rider from Germany has won 13 of the first 16 motos this season and has 12 career 450 victories.Today was tough as we were faced with a few challenges throughout the day, including a bent shifter during the second moto, Roczen said. Fortunately I was able to grab clean shifts in order to make sure that I did not take the chance of losing points. Overall, Im happy to walk away with another win, but I need to go home and improve my starts so we can get out front a little sooner.Red Bull KTMs Marvin Musquin was second, finishing third in the first moto and second in the second. Kawasakis Eli Tomac was third. He was second on the first moto and third in the second.I love this track and Im really happy that I was able to put together two strong motos, Musquin said. All I need to do is keep getting good starts and I know that I am capable of finishing inside of the top three each race.Roczen leads the season standings, 55 points ahead of Tomac.Ryan Dungey, the Red Bull KTM factory star from Minnesota, is sidelined by a cracked vertebra.Jeremy Marin won the 250 Class race on his home track for his first victory of the season. He won the second moto after finishing second behind fellow Yamalube/Star Racing Yamaha rider Cooper Webb in the first.Anytime you are able to win your hometown race in front of family and friends is a special moment, Martin said. The last couple of weekends we have been able to turn things around and improve the bike, along with my health. I believe we are in a good position, but we need to start gaining some points on Cooper so that we can take this championship down to the wire.Webb was second overall after finished second in the second moto. 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And yet, and yet: even in that short time, I could see his slim body making the shapes a cricketers makes. How could I tell? As any cricketer of any experience will know, you just can. I offer that not so much in praise of Jon, as because it seems to me what Jon has brought to cricket writing in the last eight years: those things that because you play or have played cricket you can just tell.I first became aware of his writing soon after the debut of his blog the Old Batsman, in November 2008. I think I may have been steered there by Jarrod Kimber, another member of a gifted generation of cricket bloggers, avant Twitter, to whose works I grew decidedly partial, as they seemed to be doing much the freshest and zestiest cricket writing around. As an old batsman myself, I rejoiced in Jons WG Graces avatar, and his tone of seriousness without earnestness.Traditionally the recreational cricket voice has been that of the larkish duffer. The better quality player in the lower reaches of the game - the guy who makes hundreds, takes five-fors, discriminates between bats and generally looks the part - has not been well represented. Maybe he has been felt to spoil the fun. But in some respects that kind of player is more exquisitely positioned: at some time he probably wanted to go further, but for whatever reason did not. Continuing to play, then, perhaps with a certain chagrin at thwarted ambition, although maybe also with relief at diminished expectation, is to stand at a very particular relation to the game, and also to be involved in a form of self-inquiry.Jons particular knack with the Old Batsman has been for expressing abiding, rich and sometimes romantic ideas in a succinct and allusive form, in the same way as a perfect cover drive can express an entire innings, or even a whole career. Im not sure that anyone, even the splendid Jarrod, has been able to accomplish so much so variously so economically in the blogpost form: shorter than a column, longer than a tweet, persuading and hinting, teasing and delighting, so that each short work became like the opening sally of a witty but generous conversationalist. Every thought was considered, every word watched. Jon was an amateur cricket writer - he was an accomplished journalist in other fields - who regularly and artfully outshone the pros.Gradually, and perhaps inevitably, he has turned pro, with delirious success in his raw retelling of the story of Simon Jones in The Final Test (2015). But having followed him so assiduously does not, perhaps, make me the ideal reader of Jons The Meaning of Cricket; or How to Waste Your Life on an Inconsequential Sport. Because my initial sensation on reading it was disappointment, not because of any particular shortcomings but because I had read so much of it before. On the basis of the title, I had looked forward eagerly. Meaning of cricket? What better topic for the OB? But steadily it dawned that almost the entirety of the text was reproduced or repurposed from the blog, plus some contributions to the Nightwatchman and ESPNcricinfo, something not formally acknowledged until page 221.What matter, you may ask? After all, in this Jon joins a literary strand of cricket: Cardus was always repackaging his newspaper writings; heaven knows Ive done the same. Yet these have been clearly marked as such, and I cant help thinking that a certain circumspection is due in these circumstances. Pieces have contexts from which it is exceedingly difficult to divide them. At times, too, Jons repurposing has either not gone far enough, or should not have been attempted: the chapter Fast Cars Look Fast, for example, elides two pieces, about facing Merlyn, the spin bowling machine, and about T20 batsmanship, only very loosely related, which a bridging quote cannot disguise.For as long as I continued hoping for an inquiry along the lines of the title, I also found myself quibbling, or wondering why certaain questions had eluded such a clever author.dddddddddddd The opening chapter, owing a duly advertised debt to Tim OGradys On Golf, involves an elucidation of battings kinaesthetic challenges. Which is all fine, except that it flinches from something deeper. Why have we always tended to write about cricket from the batsmans perspective? Why is it always his/her challenges that are considered so unique, so definitional? The ball is not propelled by impersonal forces - it involves another striving, conscious ego. So in this sense, the adoption of an idea from a golf book is a rather unnatural borrowing, or at least it limits cricket to two dimensions - interesting enough, but partial, and a little mechanistic.Then - my feelings this time a kind of unconscious remonstration with the subtitle - there looms the question of crickets inconsequentiality. For when Jon comes to writing about his blogs avatar, WG, he airily elevates him to a plane with Shakespeare, Joyce, Einstein and Bobby Fischer; Brahms, Tolstoy and Mozart are namechecked too. Was I detecting here a somewhat strained plea for crickets consequentiality? Maybe every consequential writer who makes a show of deferring to crickets triviality obscures a sneaking yearning for a recognition of crickets importance. It would be an excellent subject for Jon - here he missed an opportunity to make it his own.Anyway, that ceases my chiding, and I hope it is clear that I am holding my erstwhile team-mate to a high standard, if a standard he has led me to expect of him. For, especially if you have not been a follower of the Old Batsman, The Meaning of Cricket is lively with insight and anecdote, replete with finely turned phrases. The best of it, I think, is in the persona that first drew me to Jons writing: that of the knowledgeable and fascinated practitioner engaged by the methods and mentalities of others. I relished rereading Jons account of facing Steve Malone in the nets at Hampshire (The net I had just left seemed like another country, a distant memory from a happier time), his feelings watching Mike Atherton hook (It was as if that stroke was the little deal hed done with himself for all of that denial; a seam of silver in the rock), and his observations of Mark Ramprakashs physicality (I looked at his hands, which were extraordinary, spade-shaped and heavy, his fingers and the pads of his thumbs thick and muscled from the thousands of hours of gripping and ungripping a bat handle). There is all summer, and all warmly reconsidered childhood, in a passage such as this:In the 1970s, English cricketers did not look like gods. They did not look like athletes. Some of them didnt even look like cricketers. Bob Woolmer could have stepped from an illustration of a schoolboy in a 1950s comic: pudgy hands, chubby cheeks, a slight paunch, but with a general air of well-fed vigour. The England captain Tony Greigs nearest physical equivalent was John Cleese; when Greig approached the crease to bowl, he wasnt so much running as unfolding like a seaside deckchair. David Steele, who batted at number three, wore thick glasses and had grey hair. Derek Underwood, a freakish spinner who bowled at almost medium-pace, had the look of a distracted Oxford don; a severe forehead with a few combed-over strands and a gentle, flat-footed run. On amateur cricket Jon is alternately hilarious and poignant, but its when hes in his almost-a-pro-yet-somehow-not-quite vein that he truly breaks out. He considers crickets capacity for revealing us to ourselves in admitting his self-created glass ceiling: In my heart I knew that the game filled me with fear. I secretly dreaded every step up, because before I took it I could live in the fantasy of not knowing. I was pretty sure that Barry Richards didnt feel that way. He evokes crickets masochistic allure as crisply as anyone ever has: A career in cricket is in part about the accrual of scar tissue, the thousand and one small cuts of disappointment and defeat that weigh on the psyche and extract their price. Wonder if he was thinking of that split webbing just then….Here, then, notwithstanding my earlier qualifications, is a writer to follow, possessed of a keen eye and beating heart. Maybe down the track hell write the definitive book on the meaning of cricket - hes more than capable of it. Its simply a pity hell already have used the title. ' ' '