The Champions League 20/20. If you exhumed WG Grace, or woke up Ted Dexter after lunch for that matter, and put them on the spot - "What is it", chances are they wouldn't have a clue.
Kerry Packer, on the other hand, doutbless over a game of Texas hold'em with God and St Peter, will be smiling down and saying "that's my baby".
Because that's what it is - the legacy of Packer and his World Cricket Circus. I cannot find it in myself to in any way endorse it.
It's irrelevance is staggering. It's baseball by another name, designed to entertain slack jawed, shifty eyed, unemployable morons, and their teenage mother girlfriends, from the nether regions of the Midlands and Uttar Pradesh.
In fact, I'll go further. It's the sort of thing that undermines sport as we know it.
What will come next? Already, the ghastly spectre of a Test championship has raised it's ugly head. I confidently expect the moneymen at SKY TV to propose 3 aside rugby or KwikGolf as the next big things. "Tiger has just 13 minutes to complete the second 9...."
The sponsors of Test cricket in the UK, nPower, want a return to terrestrial TV. So do I. For all sports. Lower salaries for players, more authority for referees and umpires, and Israeli oranges at half time.
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