Fruit pickers,
Fancy Punter being dropped after playing as Captain and making his highest score of the series in his last game?
Not since Lawry...
What's the chances of him giving the whole caper away tomorrow, and making his farewell tour in Tasmania's last few Sheffield Shield games of the season?
It'd be a marketing triumph as huge crowds flock to the grounds to see the last hurrah!
And as far as anyone knows, the Great Hadds is still resting, albiet uncomfortably, after keeping wicket for a side which has just suffered the worst loss, at Perth, of anyone in the Sheffield Shield since WWII, ipso facto, the Bombing of Darwin.
The new Chairman and The Faceless Men have obviously got communication and change management down to a tee.
Even though it is the trifle that is the pyjama game, with mixed messages coming in hard and fast and free of charge, Ponting and Haddin must be seriously re-thinking their prospects of being picked in a 15 man Test squad for the West Indies, with Invers & Co. quite clearly on their cases.
Ricky must worry about where he fits in, and whether they could justify taking him as essentially the spare middle order bat and whether he might join Jason Gillespie as the only other player to be dropped after making a double hundred in his last Test match, while Brad might expect to be picked but not play a game on tour as the reserve wicketkeeper, if they select one at all [which they should], but he could also wonder that the selectors might be thinking the Caribbean is no place for Old Men.
Pleasing to see MJ Clarke has recovered from his dose of Shagger's Back - obviously caused by spending too much time up on the work bench with his new girlfriend - cleverly disguised by the spin doctors as a minor hammy.
Just gave Pup some invaluable time on the Jason Recliner to ponder the new order and contemplate how it's all going to work on the next tour.
Without the current contretemps, the one-day series would pass almost without notice in Straya.
It's interesting to note the stark contrast with India.
My youngest daughter last week found herself on the ghats in Benares when the Indians won their first game of the summer against Straya in Adelaide.
She said word had filtered through and she heard no end of it from the locals, and was the subject of constant good-natured ribbing.
After they had calmed down, they then invariably, soberly, asked her what her esteemed opinion was on whether or not India could win the series.
She told them they were dreaming.
