Wednesday, July 08, 2009
Ashes That Matter
I almost forgot. In the hope that they will stop playing Rounders and Wrong Rugby, I should point out to any American readers that the only sporting event that matters has begun. All else is Vicodin.
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A blog about, among other things, imaginary ideas - What ifs? and Imagine thats. What if photographs looked nothing like what we see with our eyes? Imagine that the Berlin Wall had never come down. What if we were the punchline of an interminable joke? All contributions welcome.
The Aussies have taken an interesting approach this time by declining to select any bowlers. Still removed our top 3 by lunch though. Bastards.
ReplyDeleteStrange start: Katherine Jenkins over-dosing on mascara, 3 anthems, then a burst of 'I vow to thee, my country', Welsh people cheering England, a complete absence of 'I Hate People' tee-shirts, Nasser Hussain referring to Sir Ian as 'Beefy' (What happened to respect ?). What is going on ? Hold on a minute. Ahh, normality resumed: England three down at lunch.
ReplyDeleteGood Grief Malty, 20 overs and three wickets and the games over and the series no doubt by Friday lunchtime? Southerners!
ReplyDeleteSo Bryan, next year when we are playing 4 day test matches under floodlights with yellow balls and clothes supplied by the homies from the crib, will that be wrong cricket?
Sedentary types would of course claim cricket as the pinnacle of human endeavor. We of the true faith of course say with full justification that the greatest sporting event ever began in Monaco last weekend.
ReplyDeleteThe Tour of course needs real men, not lip salve wearing pooftahs.
May the pelathon be with you.
Sedentary? Cricket? you have never played the game then? its not all sitting in a deckchair sipping Pimms all day long with the odd cucumber sandwich.
ReplyDeleteAs for le Tour, and cycling in general are the pinnacle of human fitness, but the drugs sure do help, they would have to turn me into Micheal Jackson to get me a third of the way around.
Racing velocipedes? Never catch on.
ReplyDeleteCricket ? I love it. I'll never forget a moment from boyhood: running up to Jim Laker at Old Trafford, asking for his autograph as he left the field with Peter May, and being told to "bugger off!". Happy days.
ReplyDeleteAnd here I thought you'd say soccer (your football).
ReplyDeleteDrugs? drugs? what drugs?
ReplyDeleteLooks a bit more even this time round.
ReplyDeleteThe ones that still work and cant yet be detected malty.
ReplyDeleteIs this like some kind of crikett superbowl?
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