Well, Yeah. Kinda. Maybe I'll actually get my arse into gear now that summer actually appears to be doing it's thing.
We're having some twenty20! Yay! (and my God I am desperate because I'm only being a little sarcastic with that.
Northern have their fugly fugly pink uniforms, and even more fugly pink wickets and owned Auckland in their baby blue. I swear watching it on TV was like watching one very long Baby Factory commercial.
Then Otago stuffed them the next day and I am steadily getting greater and greater respect for That Other McCullum. (and he's not bad looking. But I'm not alll about that. Honest.)
And now I have to wait till the 6th until I can head back down to the Basin and watch Canterbury play the Firebirds. Let's hope in that time Michael Papps has decided that being a miniature santa claus isn't a good look for the new year.
And, that's me. I'd have kept up better if I wasn't in the gym all the time. No, really.
What Shane Really Means is.....
11 years ago
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How I think Mikey Papps' beard should be dealt with:
Hey, Mikey, you've got something on your face. Let me get it for you.
*slapslapslapslapslap*
There we go.
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