One thing that used to annoy me in cricket is when a blatant mistake was made. I can handle a bloke run out by .05 mm not given out. But I hated some bloke being given out when he had clearly nicked the ball back onto his pads. All in all, it adds to the fairness of the contest.

I am loving channel nines hot spot technology. Loving IT. It has been around for a couple of years and now that it is part of the decision process I am even more happy. I think the challenges in cricket are a very good idea and the hot spot gear is gold. Would love to see it in baseball and golf.

With the combination of Hawk Eye, Snicko, Hot Spot and the run out cam we have the game sorted. Now all we need is for some decent sponsorship of these tools and the game would be laughing. Unfortunately the “creative” minds that be, haven’t grasped the nick through to slips, luckily the good people from Notasmartman.com have thrown in a dive to the right for the fingertip special.

Snicko
Masterfoods should have been set up to sponsor the Snickers Snicko. I even pitched the idea to a representative from the company. Unfortunately the moron responded with a ridiculous comment about preferring to pursue a sponsorship deal with the moron Michael Clarke…. and the second greatest advertising campaign was at an end.

Hot Shot
I say second greatest because the following is the greatest advertising campaign ever. Picture this…. You have had a hard day at the pub punting on horses and drinking beer all day. Knowing that you have the first day playing for your nation in test cricket tomorrow, as the last race finishes and you decide to call it a day with a belly full of beer and a cab ride home. On the way home you see a sign that makes you stop for one last item. A big bucket of greasy KFC hot and spicy. A wise decision at the time as there is nothing better after a day on the turps.

You gingerly wake up the next day with the red ring of death burning a hole like melted lead dripped into your pants. With the headache from hell you sit in the rooms as the team collapses around you, 4 for 57 and yet again that useless Michael Clarke has crumbled under pressure out for a meagre 3. You walk out to bat with a slightly uneasy feeling in your tummy. The Pakistani’s have been bowling some short inswingers that have everyone hopping about. The first ball comes in, good length swinging in you try to pop your hips back as you realise that the ball is heading for the family jewels and brrrrrrrrrrrrr… a gateway is opened to parts unknown. As the appeals go up you know very well that the team laundryman is not going to be to happy with you tonight but the further embarrassment awaits you on the big screen, decision pending….

HowZAAAAAAAAATTTTT

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