Pajama Games

There a cricket match on today in Australia. Well, what passes for a cricket match, at least. It's a one dayer between Australia and a composite eleven from around the world. Daniel Vettori got a gurnsey in the world eleven.

I really can't dredge up any enthusiasm for this ridiculous event. It just ain't the same as watching the Ockers play another country or watching the Slack Caps beat the Ockers which is even better. No I'm afraid this sort of thing is just too contrived for me. Cricket for the sake of cricket with no apparent real purpose other than to take money at the gate.

Australians' love affair with sport knows no bounds. I could never get over the seriousness with which each year they pick an Australian representative side for Aussie Rules. The dosey buggers never play anyone because no other country plays the game! But by hell they line up for the team photo.

Mind you, I shouldn't make too much noise or someone might remind me we have an Air Force with no planes. Oh well, now that she's got a third term, Helen will remove the nasty 'Air Force' name and it will be rebirthed as 'The New Zealand Peace and Disarmament Air Transport Corps.'

Just remember, you read it here first. Read their little minds, I can.