Tony Greig just happened.
It never made much sense to anyone, but one day he just entered the global cricket consciousness, and like an enormous loud and often wrong tick, he never went away.
For years Tony Greig just went on being Tony Greig.
I never got it, and I don’t think anyone else did.
Then today I saw the film Snowtown.
And suddenly Tony Greig’s meaning became clear to me.
While a brother rapes his brother in another sunny scene from Snowtown, we hear Tony Greig selling a limited print of David Boon on the TV in the background.
The whole event happens moment after what looked like Javagal Srinath coming in to bowl. Which may or may not have triggered the incestous rape scene that is so well narrated by Tony Greig.
Sometimes we have to sit through hours and hours and hours and years of someone who we all detest just for that one moment of brilliant pop culture usage, and that certainly seems the case for Tony Greig and his cameo in Snowtown.
Now he makes sense to me, he was here for that one short scene.
Once you’ve seen the film, which is a grim tale about bogan killers in Adelaide (a similarly grim film about the Redbacks shield form over the last few years is in production “booftown”), you’ll never see, or hear, Greig the same way again.
And isn’t that what art is about, making you think of incestous male on male rape when you hear a commentator you don’t like?