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twas the night before boxing day…

‘Twas the night before Boxing day, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Strauss;

The bats were knocked in and oiled with care,

In hopes that Mark Nicholas would never be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of cover drives danced in their heads;

And Richie is his jacket, and Punter in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long summer’s nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

Punter sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window he flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

When, what to Punter’s squinty eyes should appear,

But an Ian Chappell, and a barrel of beer,

Chappelli’s mouth was so lively and quick,

“Open up you little dick”.

Then he yelled and the others came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now, Bill! now, Steve! now, Mark and Bob!

On, Kim! on Graham! on, Greg and AB!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now drink away! Drink away! drink away all!”

They drank so fast it was if they flew,

Laughing and abusing Mark Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, Punter heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As Punter drew in his head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney Mark Nicholas came with a hound.

He was dressed all in trendy clothes from his head to his foot,

And his body hair had long since gone caput;

A bundle of baggage he had flung on his back,

And he looked like metro with a fresh shaved sack.

He was skinny and shady and hung like an elf,

And Punter laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

He let punter know he had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And started tweeting platitudes like a complete jerk,

And then Chappelli punched his nose,

And the others stood around him, trying to impose;

He sprang to his car, as the blood ran out,

And young pup cried like a small scout.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

“Happy Boxing day to all, I’ll captain Australia out of spite.”

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one dayers in england

Melbourne is well known for its over zealous crowds at one day internationals. 

That is where i learnt to love, then hate the one day game. 

So recently i went to the oval, and saw a very different one day game, this is my story. 

I saw 2 police officers for the whole day at the Oval. In Melbourne they are everywhere, even in the members, you can see them plainly all day, and none of them look happy to be there. 

The average age of a spectator at the Oval was 52.3.The average age at the MCG is 21.

Everyone in melbourne has t shirts or singlets on, if they have a shirt at all, at the oval stripey and other patterned shirts are the way of the land.

Very little jandal/thong/flip flop action at the oval.

It costs 80 fucken quid to go to a one dayer at the oval. It costs 40 bucks in Australia.

The beer is full strength at the oval, but the ban you from drinking for 90 minutes, in Australia its weaker strength beer and everyone seems to be drunk anyway.

A woman complained because the wind knocked over beer from people behind her leaving the concrete wet. In Melbourne everything is wet, from beer, water, piss and whatever else people throw in the Mexican wave.

People actually watch the cricket in England at one day circket.

No one was thrown out.

There were no hot chicks who purposefully walked up and down their aisles all day so guys could hollar at them.

The only chants at the oval are for cricket, not you’re going home in the back of a divvy van.

No one threw anything.

The cricket is the main focus. People seem to actually care what happens in the middle.

The atmosphere is more like that of boxing day test, all except for boxing day.

No one appeared drunk before hand.

Without the crowd atmosphere you are reminded how boring one day cricket is.

And the most amazing difference between a one dayer in Melbourne and one at the Oval is….

The ball can quite easily be hit into the grand stand.

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Future PM gets it done

The MCG are fixing their pitch for next year.

Why?

Because David Hussey said so.

From what I can tell, this is how it happened.

The Future PM walked down Brunton Ave, in fact walked is not the correct term, he commandeered Brunton Ave as his excessive talent made every passer by weep.

He was resplendent in his navy blue uniform and bushranger apparel, women, and some men, had multiple orgasms at the sight of him.

When he finally arrived at the great ground, it was if the G itself bowed to him, and it owned up for him like a whore to a gunslinger.

He entered gate two, because a) he was wearing a collar, and b) he is David Hussey and he can enter anything or anyone he pleases.

He sauntered towards the reception desk, the little garden gnome looking man, who never smiles, got off his stool, put down his bar code reading device thingy and licked at his sprigs as he passed, our hero did not pause.

He swiped around his battle weary GM until an MCG official, one with a special clipboard, ran over.

“Child I need not introduce myself.

Child, I grow weary of the grass you prepare me.

The grass must be changed child.

A man such as I, should not have to ply his trade on a dung heap.

A man such as I, should play on a pitch made of the finest pearls, with Diamonds for stumps and those little red stones for bails.

A man such as I, should not even have to come down here and tell you of this.

A man such as I, demands, satisfaction.

Child, you know that when I speak, it is as if the Gods themselves have spoken to you.

You shall fix the turf, you shall right the wrongs, you shall end this blight on this wonderful city.

And you shall do it now my child.

For I, am David Hussey, Future PM.”

Then a puff of smoke, the sound of manly wings flapping and he was gone.

True story.

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Knightriders want a road

Following one bad pitch, the Hasselhoffs are fuming.

They didn’t join the IPL for close games and sex scandals, they joined for orgasmic love spectaculars, with runs aplenty.

Not dirty acts involving the Viscount Linley on dodgy pitches where homosexual acts and blackmail were involved.

This is not the place for a clean cut man like SRK (Shahrukh Khan), or even a giant alien lizard like Ganugly.

So they have decided on doing what all the IPL teams seem to do in a crisis, they have turned to Australia, and are looking for a pitch specialist.

And I have just the man for the job, he has a great reputation, has worked on the most important sporting ground in the world, and Bill Lawry mentions him all the time.

Tony Ware.

He was the man responsible for taking the MCG from unplayable mud heap, to awesome cricket wicket, to unplayable drop in pitch, in only a decade or so.

That is quite an accomplishment.

And he is no longer head curator at the G.

So IPL he is all yours, if the price is righttttttttttt.

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Sri Lanka Triumphs For Living Legends

The dead rubber between Australia and Sri Lanka at the MCG has inspired me to return to the ‘Cricket With Balls’ blogging crease once again.

Adam Gilchrist’s never ending national retirement tour hogged the headlines with his final appearance at the hallowed MCG. Gilchrist didn’t fail to let down his legion of fans with a typical commanding display, which should have been match winning. He may have put aside team goals in pursuit of an Australian record for the fastest century? You be the judge?

The wicket of Hopes with the score at 107 triggered a spectacular, quite unbelievable collapse resulting in the lose of 5 wickets for 8 runs as the Sri Lankans rallied for two living legends of their own in Sanath Jayasuriya and Murali. The Aussies never recovered despite the determined effort of the lastest Allan Border medallist, Brett Lee. Murali bowled an inspired second spell following an earlier pasting from Gilchrist.

Clearly the highlight of the game came in the 49th over when Jayasuriya was thrown the ball for his first over of the innings, with Australia needing 14. Jayasuriya delivered one of his trademark darts, a little shorter than usual, that crashed into Lee’s stumps to deliver Sri Lanka with a shock come from behind win and crown his final visit to these shores. A mighty cricketing moment indeed.

Earlier, in great scenes of sportsmanship and respect, both sides formed guards of honor for each of the above mentioned players when they came out to bat. Jayasuriya and Murali have been pivotal in shaping the success of Sri Lankan cricket from minnow status to forces in both forms of the game with the obvious career highlight being the 1996 World Cup victory. Both players have changed the game forever with their individual styles of play and have raised the bar of performance to another level.

As for Gilly and the forgetten Brad Hogg, they will have another chance to leave the game on a high with the One Day series finals beginning on Sunday. Hopefully, they can both contribute to Australia going one better than they did tonight, against the Indians

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batsmen need culling

The G had grass on the wicket, so there was a different kind of one day game played last night.

You may remember this kind, where bowlers enjoy themselves.

The Indian bowlers enjoyed themselves immensely and the Aussies ended up 150 odd.

The Aussie bowlers were frothing at the mouth to get to the wicket, but when they got there they were too anxious, you know what I’m talking about ladies.

Most people don’t like one dayers when the bowlers dictate.

But most people are idiots.

My perfect one day game would be one team making 184, and the other making 183 and Inzy getting run out.

Perhaps I remember them fondly from my youth, or perhaps, I’m a cricket sadist.

Batsmen get it all too easy these days, how else could you explain Sourav Ganguly and Graeme Smith.

Flat decks, ropes in the outfield, hard replacement balls, and 20 over field restrictions are making batsmen look good.

Who wants to see batsmen look good all the time.

I want to see them bleed, I want them to count their bruises at the end of a match, I want them to be stumped by 4 meters and then fall over in a final act of indecency.

I want them to be publicly pantsed.

I want them to be so angry they hit the dude who opens the gate for them.

I want a batsman to go insane with rage and start a battle to the death with the bowler who has just got him out.

I want wickets with more life in them than a Mormon.

I want wickets who practice adultery, go to swingers parties, engage in public fornication and enjoy all the pleasures of anal $ex.

I want Shaun Tait to come back and literally rip the throat out of some poor helpless English opening batsmen with a ball on a good length.

I want Murali to spin the ball so far he has to land them off the cut strip.

I want a ban on elbow guards, inner thigh pads, chest guards and any other nancy boy protection.

I want Tony Greig to be publicly executed for bringing “crash helmets” into cricket.

I want tail enders to think about how much they love their family before they get in behind a Dale Steyn delivery.

I want batsmen to get hit on the first morning of a match, and to get bamboozled by spin of the last afternoon.

I want blood, carnage and wickets.

I want to know a batsmen can bat, not just watch him flay away bowlers on wickets flatter than an 8 year olds chest.

I want pain, lots and lots of pain, for batsmen and the families, mental, physical and otherwise.

I want bowlers to rule again.

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The SCG pitch

Let me start with this, the MCG pitch is horrible.

It’s a drop kick of a drop in pitch.

If it was a dog you would pay an Ice addict to kick its head in.

Everyone knows this, everyone mentions it.

But what about Sydney’s pitch, it seems to be getting worse every game.

As usual its a shocking pitch to bat on today, it almost always is, yet it doesn’t seem to get the bad press it deserves.

The channel 9 commentary team treat the ground likes its a god like place for virgins and greek gods.

I understand that there has been rain in Sydney, so that may excuse this particular pitch, but what about the last 15 times its been a (c)rap pitch, what is the excuse for that.

Let’s just cut the (c)rap gentleman, lets call a spade a weapon of grass destruction and the Scg a pitch you a shit cricket stage that you wouldn’t have your mother in law buried under.

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the night i broke my 2020 cherry


I went to my first ever 2020 game last night.

For my drunken review of the game go here.

2020 does have some things going for it. Its so damn quick, it forces you to look at it.

At the boxing day test last week, with Australia and India bowling one over an hour, sometimes I found myself looking at other things and missing a ball.

In 2020, if you stare at the action you miss something.

Last nights game was pretty dismal, the G pitch continued to he harder to bat on than a bed of nails.

But the game still had something.

As a spectator you have to be right on your game, and if you wan’t beer, you need to be an athlete just to get the beer without missing half of the game.

Even pissed, I noticed the speed in which the kids ran in, pissed, and ran out. Everything was about speed.

Ok so its just not cricket.

It’s a bit wanky at times.

And to fully enjoy, it you need to be pissed.

But I was pissed, and I did enjoy it.

It was a good birthday event.

Even the dancing bogans, giant kangaroos and retro gay anthems didn’t annoy me that much.

Perhaps cause victoria won.

And cause Cricket With Balls Own Nice Bryce got a wicket first ball, just for me.

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343

It’s funny how 343 isn’t a good score anymore.

Sime was devastated that Australia had failed, people were talking about how Kumble had destroyed them, even Soulberry said that after yesterday Australia had fought back.

I think everyone got a bit ahead of themselves. Any score over 300 is good on this pitch this year.

I have repeated this fact so many times, Victoria has only managed to scrape their way to 400 twice this year.

Western Australia won a match outright here when they made 270. It just isn’t a friendly track to bat on.

Everyone is so used to benign tracks and Australia scoring over 500 that anything less is horrible.

For the first time in history I agreed with Tony Greig when after day one he said, I think I’ll wait to see how the Indians go before assessing Australias score.

Now 343 looks good enough to win a whole test, which is a nice change from 5 dec for 553.

Other quick points, Symonds and Hayden looked injured to me yesterday.

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my belated report

I’ve written this three times, but due to the mcg’s wireless network and my parent’s computer it hasn’t been public.

So just in case my parent’s computer dies again I’ll write a simple version.

Dravid – sh1te, really sh1te, looked so far gone, you’d be hard pressed to realize who it was.

Tendulkar – really good, maybe not the Sachin of old, but enough to remind us of who he was.

Rest of India’s woeful batting line up – Sh1te, utter sh1te, really utter defensive sh1te. Have to wonder how they intended to make more than 343 runs by batting like pansies.

Lee, Clark and Johnson, bowled a pretty handy line and length on a wicket that is more than a little hard to bat on, but their great figures were more to do with India’s complete lack of genetalia.

Hogg – was lucky because after Sachin and even prince lord snooty smacked him, managed to slow down a batting order that batted at less than 2 runs an over all day to 5 runs an over. Then he got out Ganguly with one that went out underground.

The whole Mcg crowd was wondering where Bryce McGain was, or was that just me?

I will be back tomorrow, and hopefully my wireless access will work, or even better I’ll remain sober.

This was written after alot of lemonade, so if it doesn’t make sense i’m sorry.

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