The Match of the Century.
dark_Shadow_ March 9, 2010
Recently, the media have been going nuts over the topless Lara Bingle photo scandal. Yeah, yeah, we get it. She had an affair with some boofhead footballer, he took a photo and sent it to his mates as you do. (No, no one is stupid or naive enough to believe he lost the phone).
Anyway, the more interesting sub-plot involves Michael Clarke bailing on the tour of New Zealand to be with his girlfriend in her time of need. Awwww. Isn't that sweet? (insert whipping noise here).
I am not a fan of Michael Clarke. At all. While I don't begrudge his right to have a hot girlfriend by any means, it generally seems like he's more interested in being in the society pages and on billboards (seriously, if I have to see his mug every time I travel down the M4, I'm gonna start taking the Great Western Highway to go to work) than on being in the sports pages.
But whatever I think of the bloke, his girlfriend has had her honour (or what's left of it) attacked. So I'm not going to debate whether his decision was right or not - The Bunyip has done that here.
No, instead I'm gonna come up with a way to get this out of the news so that we can get back to important matters (as opposed to gossip magazine bollocks).
I am usually opposed to violence. Generally this is a by-product of being one of the smallest guys in a school described as "the world's most violent zoo." That being said, sometimes violence is the best answer. Like it is with my solution.
Michael Clarke and Brendan Fevola need to have a cage match.
Think about it. If he wants to defend Lara's honour, what better way to do so than by beating down the guy who f*cked with her?
I do realise that he concedes a fair size disadvantage - have Lara (and possibly Fevola's wife, if she's keen, cause she's probably pretty pissed about this as well) provide him with assistance. You know, give him a chair and all that.
How is this not a totally rad idea?
So come on, Don King. Where the bloody hell are ya?
Anyway, the more interesting sub-plot involves Michael Clarke bailing on the tour of New Zealand to be with his girlfriend in her time of need. Awwww. Isn't that sweet? (insert whipping noise here).
I am not a fan of Michael Clarke. At all. While I don't begrudge his right to have a hot girlfriend by any means, it generally seems like he's more interested in being in the society pages and on billboards (seriously, if I have to see his mug every time I travel down the M4, I'm gonna start taking the Great Western Highway to go to work) than on being in the sports pages.
But whatever I think of the bloke, his girlfriend has had her honour (or what's left of it) attacked. So I'm not going to debate whether his decision was right or not - The Bunyip has done that here.
No, instead I'm gonna come up with a way to get this out of the news so that we can get back to important matters (as opposed to gossip magazine bollocks).
I am usually opposed to violence. Generally this is a by-product of being one of the smallest guys in a school described as "the world's most violent zoo." That being said, sometimes violence is the best answer. Like it is with my solution.
Michael Clarke and Brendan Fevola need to have a cage match.
Think about it. If he wants to defend Lara's honour, what better way to do so than by beating down the guy who f*cked with her?
I do realise that he concedes a fair size disadvantage - have Lara (and possibly Fevola's wife, if she's keen, cause she's probably pretty pissed about this as well) provide him with assistance. You know, give him a chair and all that.
How is this not a totally rad idea?
So come on, Don King. Where the bloody hell are ya?
