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Friday, January 09, 2004

We're sitting in the restaurant last night, right next to the door, all garlic pizza-ed and nasi goreng-ed up, talking cricket. It's serious business, yo. Dissecting the Sydney Test and musing about today's One-Dayer. Whinging about how Andy Bichel got dropped for no good reason. Dissing Brett Lee and his no-balling, and how in that over in Sydney when he had the catch off the no-ball and then the dropped one, he looked like he was going to burst into tears in the middle of the pitch.

Then the Male goes: "I said Bichel, you said Lee. Turn around."

And Andy Bichel and Brett Lee walk into the restaurant.

It's weird, y'know... I'd expected Lee at least to be taller.

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