A bit south of the hustle and bustle of the big city lights, nestled amongst dazzling mountains, gushing rivers and cotton candy clouds, you'll find a magical little state called Tennessee, or as the cool cats call it - TN. It's a place filled with enchanting melodies where blues, country, and rock 'n' roll were born. But recently, TN has been echoing with a new rhythm, the thwack-thwack sound of something exciting, something called...Cricket! The cricket-loving kids of TN are a special breed. Take young Billy for instance, a boy with freckles scattered on his face like constellations, and a heart brimming with bravery. Billy wasn't the tallest, nor the strongest, but with a cricket bat in his hand, he was like a superhero. Billy and his band of cheeky chums - Sally, the fleet-footed fielder, and Tom, the terrific wicket-keeper - spent their days staging epic cricket matches in the backyards, parks and school fields across TN. Their cricket balls zoomed through the air like comets, bouncing off rooftops and startling the local squirrels. Billy’s bat was his magic wand, turning every ball he hit into a shooting star. The trio's laughter echoed through the valleys, their shouts of "Howzat!" rivaling the hoots of the resident owls. Then, there was the "Cricket Monster." Oh, not a real monster, mind you. It was just a gnarled old tree that stood as the boundary marker. Any ball hit into its branches was considered a ‘monster hit' - a feat only Billy seemed to achieve. TN's cricket kids were a spectacle, a wonderful, wacky orchestra of thwacking, giggling, and 'monster hits'. And every day was another chance to play out their version of the sport, in their very own, delightful Tennessee style.