I realize I've been a bit rubbish lately with replying back to comments and posting in general. A proper post is long overdue, but that is not about to happen unfortunately, because my darling laptop has added to my exam woes. It basically means I'll be around, with a post here and there, but not really. Kind of like Michael Hussey's batting.
While I am here now, I have to mention Sehwag's 293, I must mention Sehwag's 293. What the fuck was that? It might have been seven short of a triple but it is definitely not short of a cult status. Sehwag's 293. Just mention those two words and generations of cricket lovers will know what you are talking about.
I must also mention the new triad in town, Aamer, Asif and Gul. The third is there against my wishes, but the bastard did reduce the Kiwis to pulp. Bah! At least if Pakistan win this, we'll have a good test series.
For a little Saffa connection, I'll throw Mark Boucher in there, whose birthday I missed. Bouchy turned 33 yesterday. I'm hoping the Saffers give him a birthday present in the form of tossed up Brits. Although I'm slightly nervous about the last game because the weather forecast is rain. And rain is a little bitch when it comes to the Saffers.
This is where I will stop for today. Now that I have scored a painful little nothing, in true Hussey style, I must retire.
Just trying to send someone a message.