Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Pies and Eggs
As the haze of the footy finals and the Spring Carnival clears (the Professor and I don't want to talk about Dunaden's easy, walk in the park Melbourne Cup victory where we both won a shitload of cash, not too much anyway), our attentions inevitably turn to KFC and Mitchell Johnson bowling pies. Both greasy chicken and Johnson's signature dish are in abundance during the summer of cricket, and over the next few days we get an early plateful of Johnson as the Aussies take on South Africa. WHAB will, as ever, be keeping an eagle eye on Johnson and reporting on his progress throughout the match. Another guy under scrutiny will be Phil Hughes. A repeat of his heroics back on the '09 SA tour is in order here because despite riding on the back of a century to end the tour of Sri Lanka, there are still lingering doubts for most of us. I don't think there's too many people out there just yet who think that sacking the Kat was the right move. Including the Kat! Anyway as Katich prepares for his court date with the thin-skinned faggots at Cricket Australia, the selectors prepare for a possible Hughes failure in this series and to be left with egg all over their faces...not for the first time.
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Is it too early for me to jump all over this and call Phil Hughes' inclusion a massive fucking mistake?
I wish I could have turned on the TV last night and seen S.K. act as a solid foil to Watson, nudging the ball around and remaining not out at lunch on a difficult wicket, setting up the innings. But no, I have to watch this supposed prodigy squirm around before nicking it behind - what a fucking surprise that was.
Long live the Kat.
No it is not too early...
I shed a tear when I thought of the calming, grundling strokes the Kat would have played during our second innings debacle. I shed another one when I pictured the Kat and Siddle grundling us to an unassailable lead...
Why do Johnson and Harris come in before Siddle anyway? Siddle nearly always runs out of partners with his tail end grundle...and seriously, Harris cannot bat...period.
God I miss the Kat.
If only that pompous Roebuck hadn't died. Now who is going to hold these useless cunts accountable? Robert Craddock? Fuck me dead.
Katich is the only answer to every question.
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