What interests me about umpires offering to fix matches, apart from whether they are guilty and whether they will cop a punishment, is how precisely, they would go about fixing or spotting?
TV sting accuses six umpires of fixing
A SEEMINGLY trivial warm-up match between Australia and England before the World Twenty20 in Sri Lanka has been thrust into the headlights, amid allegations of corruption against six umpires.
Superficially you would assume it is easy for an umpire to dodgy up decisions, but how would he do it without drawing attention to himself? Especially if he is doing it in a televised match and if he is changing decisions (as third umpire?):
The only umpire to have been interviewed in person, he is alleged to have told the undercover reporters he was prepared to fix any match by changing decisions.
Anyway, the suss six have been suspended:
Umpires suspended over fix claim
the ICC that announced the three nations' cricket boards had stood down all umpires implicated in the India TV report ''pending the outcome of the ongoing investigations into the allegations made''.
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Posted by: Big Ramifications | Thursday, October 11, 2012 at 08:07 PM
B-b-but white people!
Posted by: Peter Roebuck | Thursday, October 11, 2012 at 08:07 PM
You'll notice, of course, that my "shenanigans" is a category and goes back in time. Yes, that's right - I invented "shenanigans".
Posted by: Tony Tea | Thursday, October 11, 2012 at 08:34 PM
Way under rated movie.
I tried really hard to hate it while I was watching it [stoner movie, harrumph] but it didn't work. Great acting, great twists, funny, absolutely nails all the different personalities.
Erm, but I digress. I only read the second, most recent, link and it doesn't mention fixing games. It says fixing decisions. IIRC there was a recent scandal where bowlers agreed to bowl no balls at certain exact moments. So I'm thinking something like that.
What kinda moron would spot bet on no balls?????????
Posted by: Big Ramifications | Thursday, October 11, 2012 at 09:16 PM
The kind of moron who knew exactly when a no ball was going to be bowled.
Posted by: Tony Tea | Thursday, October 11, 2012 at 10:31 PM
Not wishing to harp on about personal bugbears, but couldn't the ICC look into umpires who were being paid, and were NOT making decisions? I refer to post-Hair umpires who did not call throwers for no-balling.
Posted by: Professor Rosseforp | Friday, October 12, 2012 at 06:54 AM
Nailed it as usual, Prof.
Posted by: Tony "Bugbear" Tea | Friday, October 12, 2012 at 10:33 AM
Plenty of practice, T.T. -- aka "going on and on about it as if it mattered".
Posted by: Professor Rosseforp | Saturday, October 13, 2012 at 08:42 PM
From the rediculous to the more rediculous... Jo-bow captaining the rednecks, er redbacks? You gotta be fuckin kidding me.
Posted by: Vindicate | Sunday, October 14, 2012 at 02:10 PM
More than one hundred posts on chucking is testament to the fact that I am an expert in "going on and on about it as if it mattered".
Posted by: Tony "Bugbear" Tea | Sunday, October 14, 2012 at 03:18 PM
That's twice I've read your name as Tony Buhagiar.
Tony, your alcohol fuelled flight-rage incident in 1985 is one of the most under appreciated in the annals of Sportsmen Behaving Badly.
Highlights included, if I recall correctly, repeatedly screaming out "MORE P!SS" when the stewardesses had run out of alcohol, ripping out chairs, and having a red hot go at opening one of the exit doors mid flight.
Jaysuss Christ, could you imagine the world of sh!t you'd be in nowadays if you pulled that kind of stunt.
Posted by: Big Ramifications | Monday, October 15, 2012 at 02:38 AM
Tony Buhagiar wouldn't have been able to reach the door handle to open it.
Posted by: Lou | Monday, October 15, 2012 at 07:27 AM
Heh. His nickname over here was Budgie. Not sure if it went with him when he played over east.
He ended up owning and running The Leopold Hotel back here after retirement. "Never get high on your own supply," Budgie. I wonder if he heeded that universally accepted law of selling drugs.
// It was a unattractive grey two-story pub on a big parcel of land on a busy highway in an old sorta "meh" suburb that only ever attracted a working class crowd
/// but like most old "meh" suburbs in Perth, thanks to considerable population growth they've become vibrant sought-after suburbs, it would be worth an absolute packet now
//// lucky drunk bastard
Posted by: Big Ramifications | Monday, October 15, 2012 at 09:12 PM
The Leopold Hotel is on Point Walter Road. I went on a camp for country kids to Point Walter in January 1975.
Posted by: Tony Tea | Monday, October 15, 2012 at 09:19 PM
It faces Canning Highway, so I've always thought of it as having that address. Corner of Point Walter Road, eh? Can't place it off the top of my head.
I'm in so much of a hurry to get to my game that I can't even Google Map it to confirm. I hope you haven't misremembered!
Posted by: Big Ramifications | Monday, October 15, 2012 at 09:47 PM
More like misrepresented. I don't know if The Leopold was there in Jan 1975.
Posted by: Tony Tea | Monday, October 15, 2012 at 09:52 PM
Yeah, it was there in 1975 and earlier. My father used to drink at it before Armageddon. The main bar was known by him (and probably the more unsophisticated of his cronies) as something like the 'Blood' bar or the 'Bloodbath' bar? Can't remember exactly.
The staff at the drive-in bottle shop always gave us fizzies when we were small so I found no fault with the place.
Posted by: Lou | Monday, October 15, 2012 at 11:55 PM
Just to clarify, I meant "can't place it" at that parlicular corner.
Posted by: Big Ramifications | Tuesday, October 16, 2012 at 02:40 PM
The organisation which organised our Perth tour was called the Young Australia League. Sounds a bit Nazi, but it was about "education through travel". No mention of the Point Walter camp on Wiki or even at the YAL site, but it was definitely there, although there is now a golf course where the camp used to be.
Posted by: Tony Tea | Tuesday, October 16, 2012 at 02:57 PM
TT, it wasn't at Bicton was it? I can't remember one at Pt Walter but I think there was some sort of old park/camp thing on the slope above the east end of Bicton Baths.
Posted by: Lou | Tuesday, October 16, 2012 at 08:00 PM
Pretty sure the camp was at the end of Point Walter Road, although it may have been accessed from Stock Road.
Posted by: Tony Tea | Tuesday, October 16, 2012 at 08:21 PM
"I'm in so much of a hurry to get to my game that I can't even Google Map it to confirm."
As I was driving off I started worrying if I sounded a bit too much like the Gym In 26 Minutes guy.
I'd just like to report back that I really did have no time to spare. I rocked up just as the starting hooter went.. had to complete a 400m Cliff Young shuffle with two bags over my shoulder.. sidled up to the side lines just before the first of my team mates start looking for a sub. Insanity.
Another 3 minutes extra looking at Google Street View and my team mates would have been all "late again."
Posted by: Big Ramifications | Wednesday, October 17, 2012 at 02:20 AM
What is this "game" you were almost late for again?
Posted by: Tony Tea | Wednesday, October 17, 2012 at 09:03 AM
Touch rugby. Of which, I've played a fuck-ton of.
So which 80s teen movie had the best made-it-by-the-skin-of-my-dick ending?
more artsy?
or less fartsy?
Posted by: Big Ramifications | Thursday, October 18, 2012 at 04:16 AM
I don't know what a made-it-by-the-skin-of-my-dick is. But Risky Business (and Fast Times at Ridgemont High) have reputations which far exceed their nostalgia level, while Ferris holds up pretty well.
Posted by: Tony Tea | Thursday, October 18, 2012 at 08:37 AM
"I don't know what a made-it-by-the-skin-of-my-dick is."
To achieve an outcome at the last moment. The phrase is normally used when non-achievement of said outcome would have been bothersome or even calamitous.
Risky Business. Get his parents' belongings – especially the artsy fartsy thing – back from the crook and back into the house before their imminent arrival back home from holiday.
Ferris Bueller's Day Off. A mad dash of a couple of kilometres thru suburbia to get home and into bed before his parents arrive.
Posted by: Big Ramifications | Friday, October 19, 2012 at 07:59 AM