Bartman Returns

Alright, it is now hopelessly clear - Riggster is terribly inept at handling my absences from this blog. He rants and raves about nothing. And by nothing, I mean Shoaib Akhtar and the Indian Circus or his conversations with me (which are usually centred around substance abuse, inanities and Greg Chappel - so it amounts to Riggs being stark, raving monotonous ) . Now I empathize with his current lot - I can confirm from having heard straight from the horse's mouth that Riggy has finally ( publicly) begun to acknowledge that Captain Lumberjack cannot really tell the wood from the trees. And that Sir Gregory really ought to be deified on the edge of the dying barrier reef - the only geographical location in the southern hemisphere where his smirk might be construed as independent of his general state of cluelessness. (Riggs - if you were skimming past the adjectives and still wondering about the horse and its mouth, have you shifted residence yet?)

Having accomplished desired pointlessness, allow me to further the Cricket Australia fiasco thread. While all is well with our collective shock/angst at the audacious behaviour of the Aussies, Chris Cairns had something thought-provoking to say on the matter - when a journalist mentioned that Mr Gavaskar had condemned the Australians for their rudeness, he asked if it might just be considered rude to walk out of a game for having been given out LBW. Touche.

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