I know it, you know it. In the world of sport, suddenly things are quiet ... maybe a little,since any fresh news has come of the latest rugby league atrocity and more than a week since anyone in the AFL has disgraced themselves. The Wallabies are yet to take off, and the A-League has never taken off at all. The cricketers are still no more than warming up.
The bashing of the boxer Tim Tszyu has, admittedly, generated quite a few headlines since the weekend, but once you understand that boxing is a contest between two people trying to inflict brain damage on the other to the point the other loses consciousness, it’s hard to get beyond the headlines, onThe Commonwealth Game, singular? What is there really to say? After the Victorians called it off for lack of interest, they have somehow resuscitated a miniscule version of it in Glasgow for next...
All up it, leaves your humble columnist in this interregnum before the sporting stuff of summer truly begins, with the option I always choose at this time of year – my annual buy/sell for the Australian sporting share register.What a very ordinary year they have had. After the glories of 2023, they were nothing less than disappointing.Sell, for whatever you can get. Worthless schlock-stock.