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Sri Lanka pictorial

I went to Sri Lanka, and I took a camera.

I couldn’t possibly show you every photo that was cricket related, but these are my favourites, they’re unedited, because I can’t be bothered.

Every night Mahela and I drink coke together, you could be this happy if you drink coke. Look how happy we are.  Really happy.

Hey man, what’s happening, yeah, coke man, i love it, I’m so fucking high right now, I know you can’t tell, cause I pull it off well, but really I am high.  But I look normal, don’t i.  I’m not, I’m high. Let’s go to white castle.

Not enough countries have cricket graffiti. This is a win for Sri Lanka.

A rare photo of Saddam Hussein and Murali.

Dude, buy coke for your family.  Sugar and caffeine rock.

A free book for the person to correctly name these 4 New Zealand cricketers.  Yes that is a trick question, no one can correctly name kiwi cricketers. Nathan McCullum is on the left, ladies.

Look at these dudes working and sitting on trucks while a cool photo of Malinga is in front of them.

I saw these guys at Dambulla.  I hope they all fail. Lazy bastards.

I also have more photos of Dambulla, but this is enough for one day, surely.

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Mahela quits, no really

Mahela Jayawardene is a monumental wanker, or a liar.

Who quits the captaincy so another captain can get ready before a world cup?

Dump the one day job, but at 31, with a batting average of 64 as captain and a recent win over India, why the fuck would you give up the job?

Idiot.

Tosser.

Fucktard.

You have the most important job in your country.

You are 31.

You are widely liked (not by me, but by many Sri Lankans, and Peter Roebuck).

You have a 63% win loss ratio, surely that craps down the throat of any other Lankan captain.

And you have given that all up.

Why?

it can’t be because of the world cup, or your one day form, so we want the truth Mahela, because either you are a wanker, or this is a stinking pile of shit.

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clown make up and 50 odd overs

Being that I am now homeless, I get to stay at all my friends and families house.

Of course I am picky bastard, I only pick the ones that have pay TV.

Tonight that allowed me to watch the first day of the Sri Lanka England test.

How wonderful that was.

I got to see Monty doing his best Sgt Kabukiman impersonation, memo to all cricketers, white face paint is stupid, memo to all dark cricketers, white face paint applied badly looks like geisha make up.

England stated off with a couple of good balls from the 1977 gay porn star side bottom. Then he and the inverted Harmison took some dodgy decisions, but no one really cared, because everyone wanted to see Kumar and Mahela anyway.

Kumar and Mahela decided that runs are over rated. It’s a rare thing for batsmen to start playing for the light 8 minutes after lunch, but they managed to do so.

Mahela’s positive speech before the game really took effect as he and Kumar piled on the maidens with style. One nil is enough after all.

After the game went along, and along and along, Kumar hit a yawn up in the air off Harmison straight to Monty Kabukiman. After he took the catch, he ran in like he found the meaning of life in the outfield.

Perhaps the secret to life is white zinc, its worth looking into to.

At that stage the English turned, just for a moment they looked like they actually wanted to win the game, and with the runrate going backwards and Harmison bowling some spiking deliveries, a promising test looked likely.

Then it was stumps, after a massive 50 odd overs had been bowled.

For the first time in history the batting team were offered their sh1thouse run rate as a reason to go off. They took it.

50 odd overs, I sh1t you not.

If that was made common place, Shane Bond and Shoaib Ahktar could have great careers.

It all felt a little unsatisfying, although we did slip off to the nets at one stage for an hour to have a hit ourselves.

I bowled pretty quick at times, and my off spinners had Sime in trouble. Sime bowled really well and I spooned a bunch of balls towards imaginary cover fieldsman.

We seemed to only miss 20 odd runs.

Test cricket at its $exiest.

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Proboters – a definition (complete and uncut)

This is a remix of my proboters theory, thanks to Dinnie for encouraging it.

Every cricket generation a new breed of cricketer evolves. Like the fish growing legs and apes having $ex for pleasure.

The 30’s gave us the run machines.

The 80’s gave us the perfect all rounders.

And the naughties, the 00’s or whatever you call them, has given us the Proboters.

A proboter is a PROfessional roBOT cricketER.

Their king is Michael Hussey, a man whose talent seems to be only marginally better than the average first class cricketer, but whose results make Ricky Ponting and Inzy look below par.

Michael Hussey is not a bad batsmen, his technique is solid enough, his eye pretty sharp, but it’s his instincts as a robot that separate him from the pack.

He slogs over midwicket like a normal batsmen, but some how when he does it, it doesn’t have any real danger to it. Only a proboter could suck the fun out of slogging.

While he is King, he also has a large number of minions infecting the current game.

Jacques Kallis, the man who bats as if his average is more important than life itself. He could make a calculator look exciting.

Mahela Jayawardena, his batting is pretty, perhaps a little safe and nice. Not so probotic, but it’s his captaining that gets him on this list. He sounds as if he came straight from a corporate positive speaking seminar.

Brad Hodge, he is the Michael Hussey without the Mr Nice guy programming, oh and without the baggy green type thing.

Paul Collingwood is the man that makes you appreciate how great KP and Freddy are. The man can often look more out of his depth at this level than a pygmy dwarf with no hands, but he makes runs, not a bucket full, but enough of them, consistently.

Shaun Pollock, Stuart Clark and Chaminda Vaas are all bowling machines. Line, length, no real anger, no real emotions, even their celebrations are usually calculated. But they are all wicket machines.

A proboter can even be an attacking cricketer, like the aforementioned men, but they only attack when the odds have been carefully calibrated in their favour.

They graft out runs.

They place balls into gaps, along the ground or scoop the ball in the emptiest parts of the paddock.

They nudge, run hard and convert 1’s into 2’s, 2’s into 3’s and generally play the game in a way that mathematician could enjoy.

If Symonds, Gayle, Yuvraj and Afridi are the wild beast men of the game, then the proboters are the layers and accountants.

Forget squash balls, monkey chants, 2020 underwear cricket, dodgy Indian bookmakers, Australia’s dominance of world cricket, chucking records or Martin Crowe press conferences, this is the biggest danger to world cricket at the moment.

World cricket doesn’t need these problems right now, it’s boring enough as it is.

Measured, exact, precise, and calculated aren’t words that are going to get anyone erect.

Oh and as a side note, by no means do I think they are bad cricketers, boring but not bad, most of the players listed are in elite class at the moment, they just don’t make me wanna turn the telly on.

Give me a Gayle swipe or a Shaun Tait wide anytime.

And feel free to use this term when impressing your father in law or that know it all dude at the office.

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