seasons greetings

Happy Chanukah, giant alien clam day, eid, santa's birthday, cloning day, pagan sacrifice day, or insert relevant day after Happy.

Let's be honest though, I'm an atheist and couldn't give a flying rats @ss about any of them.

My religious holiday is boxing day, which if Mash is to be trusted, has something to do with letting the servants take over once a year.

To cricket lovers it means test matches, and to Melbourne cricket lovers, its like finding out the dixie chick's are having an orgy and it only costs 35 bucks to get in.
This time it's even better cause it may actually be a good match.

Sure the pitch has less life in it than an amish picnic, and the victorian drought has picked a sh1t time to break on us.

But this could be a good series, I've tried not to get excited up until now, but the thought of a Christmas dinner in a nursing home has forced me to look ahead to Boxing day.

Hayden, Gilly, Punter, Roy, Lee, Clarke, Sachin, Rahul, VVS, Anil, Dhoni and maybe even my current favourite player Yuvraj.

That my friend, is cricket viagra.

My underwear is literally bursting at the seams.

Eat up your turkey, prawns, curry and tofu mung beans lunch before thinking about what lies ahead.

Cricketers taking to the big stage, like wrestlers and gladiators before them.

Commentators looking for their cliché book to describe how great the G is.

Bogans drinking cheap lager out of plastic cups.

People paying $23.45 for a burnt pie that is too hot to eat anyway.

Indian security guards smiling as they pretend to really look in your bags.

The members full of the biggest tossers that money can buy.

Bikinied women being ogled by men that could never afford them.

Tony Greig being called a wanker.

Oh it shall be grand my friends.

And I your humble narrator blogging directly from the ground, the way Bill Ponsford would have wanted it.

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