Gary Kirsten is NOT yet another loss to South African cricket

On the news last night, we were ‘treated’ to a bizarre comparison of Bob Woolmer, Kevin Pietersen and Allan Donald. And yes, Gary Kirsten is off to coach India (after an official BCCI announcement, of course).

On and on the reporter went…

“Another loss to SA cricket.”
“Yet another loss.”
“Our finest leaving for foreign shores.”

Give me a break.

Firstly, who cares about Kevin Pietersen?!
Allan Donald is no longer bowling coach for England (he turned the job down).
Bob Woolmer was a different class altogether.

Gary Kirsten is not currently coaching. Well, he coaches at his academy – but that’s hardly a top level position.

He has been a batting consultant to the SA team at some point, and most recently has helped the Warriors as a batting coach.

Talk about now hitting the big time.

Who cares that he’s leaving? Good on him. Good on SA cricket for producing (nurturing?) such talent.

There’s only place for one national coach in SA, why should all our talent sit around and wait for that position to be vacant?


I needed to get that off my chest.

My top 20 movies

Its taken a while, but its settled (after a long Sunday night). The top 20, in order...

The Boondock Saints
Good Will Hunting
Pulp Fiction
Fight Club
Boiler Room
The Departed
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels
Romeo + Juliet
Seven

Sin City
Requiem for a Dream
Finding Forrester
Payback
Once Upon a Time in Mexico
Independence Day
Snatch
Ronin
Anchorman
Casino Royale

Making someone happy

So I had my first encounter with Eskom’s load-shedding last night. We decided that finding food was necessary and wandered around northern Joburg (mostly in darkness) until we found the beacon of light that is Monte Casino.

Spur it was, and quite an inspired choice too. We had the best service ever from a dude called David (from one of these franchise type restaurants ie. not a five star two waiters per person scenario). And I decided to be unselfish (for a change) and reward the good service with a huge tip. A 60% tip or thereabouts on a pretty decent bill.

And that pretty much made David’s day. We had left but turned around to see him high-fiving the other waiters, smiling broadly. Was I hoping for some twisted sense of self-gratification? I don’t know? Did I do it to make myself feel good? Not when I first decided it… but then it became kind of a bonus…

Oh yes, bob_school is back… long story, but I kinda need somewhere to write crap like this.