Todays blog over at BT was an attempt to have a bit of fun with a dodgy bit of research about racism. Nothing could go wrong with that, eh?
It was my second choice of topic, but got moved up because of the clickbait potential. What I had been thinking of writing was a stirling defence of Dave Warner's freedom to call a News Ltd dick a News Ltd dick.
Warner's been in trouble since letting loose on the twitterz, early morning his time, somewhere in India, and having a red hot go at Robert Craddock and Malcolm Conn, cricket writers for Lord Rupert. Warner was pissed, pretty reasonably I reckon, at his photo being used in a story about IPL cheats. No reason to use his photo. He's not a cheat. Some photo editor just liked the image, I guess. But Warner, woken at omigod-thirty in the AM about it went nuclear on Craddock and Conn.
They hit back, as you do, but he's the one in the shit because he's 'a public figure' and a representative of Australian cricket.
So now he has the chance to be doubly pissed off with that story because he's getting hauled up before the discipline master at CA for being rude to journalists in public.
Fuck that. Those two need to grow a thicker skin, as no doubt they tell every player they write about.
Anyway, that's what I was going to do today. Before I got distracted by derp.