Innings

He went 5 innings.

After the second innings, the opposing pitcher recovered too, and it turned into a pitching duel.

Tom pitched six innings.

Forty-odd. That's a better innings than Mozart's thirty-five. Only a moderate knock perhaps in an era brimming with space age technology, and transplants, and artificial hips etcet, but still higher than Mozart's.

My mother-in-law died at 89 years of age, while sad and as you might expect, we used the phrase “she had a good innings”.

He was the first of my grandparents to die but none of them made it much past seventy, although that was very much looked on as 'a decent innings' in early-seventies England.

You can only say, she had a good innings, so many times. I suppose seventy nine isn't so bad. It's a damn sight more than I can expect.

Like father, like son. Sixty-eight. Not such a bad innings, really, when the old man was gone at fifty-three.