… almost the width of Gatting
Let me begin by saying that I completely object to this new fad of calling Wade, Warner and Watson, collectively, “the W’s”. It is not even remotely clever but if we must do something so stupid, let’s get a couple of rules in place. Firstly get the bloody grammar correct, would you? It should be “Ws”. It’s a f&*$ing plural, people! I really am on the verge of writing an email to Twitter and Facebook suggesting they be more selective about who they let use their service.
Secondly, let’s be consistent with it, shall we?
With that in mind, I tuned in this morning just as “the Ms” were bringing some sanity back to the scorecard. Who’d have thought Mosey would have been the one to support Pup in this latest quest to make us look a tad less ordinary? Believe it or not, however, there he was. And it made me happy.
I’ve been over some of the happenings from earlier in the innings and Cowan seems to have been pretty well comfy out there (possibly a little too comfy) and more so than Warner. That makes me happy. Watson failed again. That makes me happy. That dude Harby was there. That made me happy. Ashwin was wearing the coolest sunnies. That made me happy. There was no DRS and it meant Pup got off lucky. That really made me happy. Some resorted to calling Pup a cheat. That just made me laugh and laugh and laugh.
Nothing has made me quite so happy, though, as the knowledge that Mosey is sticking with the Village People ‘tache (YES, he is). It’s Samson-like, I tell you. It’s the source of all his strength. I love it and I won’t have any of you telling me he’s shaved it off. You hear me?
Now, if Pup can just get himself to 150 tomorrow I’ll be fit to burst.