Citing the time honoured media catch-cry, personal reasons, Tim Lane's leaving the ABC:
"I met a wonderful woman two years ago," Lane said. "She has a family so we have had our hands full just seeing enough of each other to make a relationship work.
Sounds like he's met Florence Henderson. Anyway, I can't say I'm completely surprised. Contract snags not withstanding, he was up on offer last year so there's no reason to believe he wouldn't consider looking for a sweeter deal this year too.
I reckon he's made the right choice. I've had my fill of Tim. While I've never doubted his professionalism I've always thought his commentary to be mechanical. Now after listening to him operate within in the confines of the ABC for some 20 years he's due a change.
It'll do him good to get away from Aunty and although he may end up commentating with second rate third-raters like Steven Quarterbrain or, god forbid, the ranting dweeb from the West, Tim Gossage, at least he'll escape the latest carbon dated Vaudeville offerings of ABC "personality", Dwayne Russell and Crackers Keenan's down-on-the-farm refrain, "I used to play with that kid's dad up at Tungamah - Ganmain - Grong Grong - Greta - Narnargoon - Fuck Knuckle North".
The big surprise is that he won't be doing the cricket. Although he's recently been upstaged by, among others, Kerry O'Keefe, Jonathon Aggers and my very good friend Spanky Roebuck and Jim Maxwell seems to have taken over as the master of ceremonies there was no hint that this move was on the cards.
My criticisms of Tim's footy work also hold true for his cricket work. While his commentary has remained competent he's still come across as something of a bore.
However, there's another, more serious reason I want Tim to give up the cricket. He's taking too many Aussie wickets! You just know that as soon as he says "Matthew Hayden's batting beautifully, looks like he's set for yet another fine century", Matt The Bat's going to lob a dolly back to the bowler.
So, see you later Tim. It's about time you gave our boys some respite. Our top seven would all have averages above 50 if you hadn't continually mozzed them at crucial times.
PS: With footy season not too far away, expect more bloggage about Tim Gossage. Especially if he keeps offering up overcooked parochial screechy hype such as "Medhurst, you megastar!"