I've mentioned before how I never complain come cricket season because Grumpy's quality 8 hours in front of the TV, 5 days a week, frees up plenty of time for me to do what I want to do.
There's been a bit of chat in the media lately over whether Australia's dominance of test cricket is ruining the game, as crowds no longer expect any competition or much of a spectacle.
This is really not my concern. Nor is it really my concern if Channel 9 has to fill that space previously scheduled for cricket with repeats of The Golden Girls. I'll tell you what is my concern. The Boxing Day test match was over by the fourth day. As the last Indian wicket fell Grumpy turned to me and said, "Well, whaddo we do now?"
Er, who's "we", white man? I have a full five days of activities planned and now I have to turn everything around because some stupid, overly-successful team of cricketers manages to finish the game before its allotted time. Resentment does tend to swell up in the breast.
Never mind test cricket surviving Australia's all-conquering form. I don't think my marriage can survive it.