I know it's not in my normal vein, but I'm still struggling to regain my sense of humour (although Brett Lee is due to get some piss taken in the next few days) after exiting the World Cup. I'm not going to write more about Ricky Ponting and whether or not he should go. You all know I don't want him to, if only because it will cut my photo posts in half when his face isn't there to make jokes about.
No, not really. I really don't want him to go, although maybe it's time. I don't know. There are plenty of blogs discussing the issue and if you want a quick run down of some of them, go and visit Wes. Please note, however, that due to a comment she got from an Indian supporter that went a little like this: "Fuck you and the kangaroo you rode in on mister" she is moderating comments for a little while, so be patient if your comment doesn't appear right away. Add to this, also, Govind's honest and fair piece about the man and why he doesn't like him.
I just want to say that I love Justin Langer. While much of the rest of the world, including many Australians, are calling for Ponting's head Our Justin has written this: The Story of Ricky Ponting.
Nice one, mate. And thanks to Jen for pointing it out to me.