You poor bastards.
It’s right behind you, it’s smiling, it’s wearing a suit, and it tears up contracts like you or I rub one out.
They call it a cricket official.
We call them Administracrats.
Billy Walsh calls them suits.
They are the fuckers who get off on power while making people with talent lick every last drop of sweat off their small tightly bunched testicles.
And Ricky Ponting and Tim Neilsen just got the worst news you can get in professional sport, an official defending them to the media.
It’s sport speak for, you guys better win or you are out on your asses.
The great machine has already started their next wave.
There is a private investigator going through Simon Katich’s trash as we speak.
James Sutherland has already promised to make the Australian cricket team Christian for Tom Moody.
Lawyers are already amending Clarke’s contract from FAC, to FACE.
Publicists are prepping old cricketers with pre prepared statements of how they always thought Katich would be better.
An editor is preparing footage of Ricky winning the toss and bowling, bringing on White & Hussey, and his stroppy jumps of disappointment in Perth as we speak.
That is how this works.
Ofcourse I could be reading too much into Mr Sutherland’s nice comments, and Tim’s sudden contract extension, and everything is fine.
Dandy even, no wins in 6 matches, and Tim gets more money, and Ricky gets CA’s number one douche bag in his corner.
It all makes perfect sense.
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