Boys, boys, boys!

Obviously my last blog touched a few nerves.

For those who have forgotten, this little space is a tongue-in-cheek, girl’s view on the world of sport.

I know that could seem a little confusing at times, given that on other days, we have blogs where people comment with some intelligence on sport.

But me? Well, I just call it like I see it, which is apparently fine, unless I comment on the unofficial national game – that, of course, being cricket.

Seriously people – lighten up.

For those a little lost, click on my last Girl Talk blog titled “None of our cricketers bowl me over” and you’ll see what I mean.

For those who can’t be bothered, here are a couple of my favourite comments which were posted.

“Amy get a life, by the sounds of your concocted story you have no idea about the game of cricket, its history or its following. Your comments about them being anti-sportsmen is ridiculous – where oh where did you collect this dribble. From Womans Day? As for the title ‘None of our cricketers bowl me over’ don’t worry about that as from your picture you probably wouldn’t stand a chance with any of them let alone any of our state players!” – signed Madmax.

And this from Billybob.

“None of the cricketers bowl me over”. I’m sure the feeling is mutual. BTW Australia’s cricketers are some one of the fittest sports people in the country. I’d like to see you play a five day test and see how you hold up.”

To those who came to my defence, I give you my gratitude.

And not in the Warnie retiring press conference, “Thank you to my family and Simone for sticking by me” way – I really mean it.

And Crowboy, I think you are a bit of a saucy minx yourself.

Anyway, somehow the comments went from debating my own talent or lack thereof in the looks department, to an all-out war between Billybob and Boyfromoz.

Which, other than greatly amusing me (seriously, it is amazing what complete strangers will say to each other from the safety of a keyboard), made me think of that other great cricketing rivalry – between Warnie and Murali.

With all the controversy Warnie has managed to stir up, it is almost like he never left.

And like the uncle no one really wants to sit with at the family reunion, he has once again opened up his pie hole and stirred the pot.

And like the over sensitive spinster aunty the rest of the family tries to avoid at that very same reunion, Murali has had a cry.

Of course, they joked about it in front of the cameras. But seriously, boys – time to move on.

I can understand the great man being a little devo at the thought of no longer (statistically at least) being the best of the best and having a bit of a tanty.

But Murali’s action has been deemed legal and legit, so it is time to suck it up and move on.

And I get that Murali is probably a bit sick and tired of being called a cheat, but seriously – sticks and stones.

This feud is almost as snore-worthy as the underarm bowl saga my Kiwi friends are still going on about – and they weren’t even born then!

So to Warnie, Murali, Madmax and Billybob, I have three words for you. Get. Over. It.

People will have their opinions, but just because they don’t always agree with you doesn’t make them an idiot.

And in my case, if you don’t like what I have to say – well here’s an idea.

Click on something else.