I thought it was hilarious that last night on the news, when Beau Casson was being interviewed (and there was the little caption under on the bottom of the screen"Beau Casson - Australian spinner") and someone asked him how he felt when he got the phone call, he said...
He's a comedian!
And closet case Michael Clarke was named vice captain, yesterday or the day before or whenever it was. It's amazing to watch this young man jump on his team mates. Here he is, doing just that.
Given the chance I would do the same thing to Ricky Ponting... in a second, but... you know. Stop it Pup, you're embarrassing yourself.
The selections for this tour have been rather interesting because of who's been excluded. The absence of truck monkey has been pondered elsewhere in the country tonight. It's nice that someone remembers truck monkey. I assumed he was living in a hippie commune somewhere in the proximity of Byron Bay. I'm not sure why, but he could be.
Personally, I'm pretty pleased that our boy Shaun has been picked. He thanked the WA Cricket folk for suspending him after below par behaviour last year, and he said it was a wake up call. How many people would admit that?! What a champ. I know of a swimmer and an Olympic committee who could learn something from this situation.
Don't worry Theo, your time will come.
Anyway, it gets me thinking about who of the current international alumni may have offspring who will be successful cricketers. Probably not Justin Langer.
But more importantly, will Archie Gilchrist make the winning runs in the Ashes test that means we retain them for 26 years running? And will Corey Flintoff, the captain who was destined to work magic, shed tears for the Ashes that were always miles from his reach?
Ricky Ponting and Adam Gilchrist will be watching from somewhere I can't afford, sharing a beer (hopefully not the same one) and reminiscing. And somewhere across the field, Andrew and Rachael will be sitting (not together, no no that ended years ago) watching their boy's soul crumble like bits of wet cake. Andrew will feel guilty because, if it wasn't for him, Corey wouldn't have been under quite so much pressure and wouldn't be enduring this soul destroying moment.
But as he watches, Australia's captain (the youngest in a good long while too) Preston Lee jogs up to Corey and puts his arm around him, and although Andrew's brain may now resemble soup from years of too much alcohol, a memory stirs...
...and he glances across a few rows at his former wife, who understands, and smiles.
Is this the future? Only time will tell, but it's fun to speculate.
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