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There is only one principle of war: hit the other fellow, as quickly as you can, as hard as you can, where it hurts him most, when he ain't lookin'.


The Picton River rages. Tahune State Forest, September 2010.

The Picton is not quite the raging torrent that the Australian selectors find themselves in today - you know you're in trouble when a grown adult who 'earned' a million bucks last year for i) not spinning the ball, and ii) getting hit for sixes has his dad doing your public whining for you - but an impressive little river nonetheless.

Today's topical Sunday Top Five?

Five People Who Deserve To Be Picked In The Australian Test Team Ahead Of Dreadful "Spinner" Nathan Hauritz!
  1. Xavier Doherty.

  2. Bob "Dutchy" Holland.

  3. Dirt Girl (from Dirtgirlworld).

  4. That homeless guy I see drunk and staggering up Elizabeth Street each morning.

  5. That little Quentin bloke. You know the little fellow I mean. Squeaky voice. Stunted limbs. Smokes a lot of dope (allegedly). Yeah, him. I think that he's Ray Martin's love child through Jeannie Little. He deserves a run trundle.
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smudgeon said…
You would think if your spot in the team was on the line, and the selector had quite publicly said it was a "shoot-out" between Hauritz and Doherty, that Haurtiz would ask, nay beg, to bowl more than one over!

No wonder he lost his spot - no time for malingerers, I say...
22 November 2010 at 09:55
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