Sydney is a great place, no really, but this business is a lottle hard to take:
"What? You actually want to stay in Melbourne over New Year's and miss out on seeing the greatest firework display in the world from the greatest city in the world?"
Lather. It. On. Hype that brazen can only come from a politician on the sell, right? Morris Yumma? Bob the Banker? The Liberal guy - Whatsisface? Wrong. It was none other than Channel Nine Cricket's saleman-in-residence Tony Greig at the start of yesterday's play.
I was somewhere in mid-curse when the purpose of Tone's shameless hucksterism became apparent. Turns out his real motive wasn't a newfound enthusiasm for his second adopted homeland.
"Yes, Bull," urged the big shill. "If you come to Sydney for New Year's Eve you will be able to watch the brilliant fireworks live on Channel Nine."
Ignore, if you will, two salient facts. One, no sane person gives the tiniest fuck about the Melbourne/Sydney thing, and two, anyone who get's excited at fireworks is a certifiable cretin. No, instead, concentrate on the ball - Grieg & cricket. Anyone who thinks Kerry Packer's demise will usher in Tone-free cricket coverage is fooling themselves. Nine is a hard-nose commercial outfit, and no one at the cricket is more willing to peddle piss-poor product than Grieg. Couple that with his mythical lifetime contract - it refers to Grieg's life, not Packer's - and it means we're stuck with the big dud for a while yet.