A cricketer walks into a bar.
He has a shaven head.
But a famous face.
Someone drops a glass.
He, and his team mates, get asked to leave.
It makes the papers.
Hardly a story involving a politician snorting cocaine off the anus of a slave boy from Mongolia.
But in James Sutherland’s little browned book another mark goes against Roy.
You have to respect Andrew Symonds.
Most people start off immature, and slowly grow up.
It takes some longer than others, and occasionally you get to a certain age and have a mid life crisis where you become immature for a little time.
Andrew Symonds has dome something different, he is losing all the maturity he never really had.
Its not really a news worthy event, Roy gets drunk fortnightly.
He gets caught doing something stupid almost weekly these days.
It should be a story if Roy doesn’t get drunk and do something stupid for a month.
Chris Simpson says “I don’t consider that he was loud and boisterous.”
But like that matters.
It makes the newspapers, and we laugh at Roy.