Go On, You Know You Want To

The 1st of April is apon us and self published, satrical(?), kinda underground magazines have a new champion.

This could do for cricket journalism what Rolling Stone did for butterfly collecting!

Buy a first edition at Cricket Sadists' Monthly 'cause you know it has got to end up being worth at least as much as Superman No 1.

More Pain, New Gain

Talk about auspicious. Not only is the 1st of April the day the first issue of Cricket Sadists Monthly is released on the cricket world but it is also the day I move into my new house. Let us hope that both launchings are a spectacular success.

To heighten your anticipation I offer another image of cricketing pain. Here (Dinesh) Danish Karthik illustrates the point that a pain shared is not always a pain halved.

The Agony Of Anticipation

You don't really need the photoshop highlighting to understand where it hurts for Neil Broom.

The real surprise is that his greatest discomfort is not from ball on ball contact, nor the desperate need to go 'tinkles". What Neil really can't wait for is the release of the first edition of the Cricket Sadist's Monthly to see if he can in some way feature.

While he waits he will just have to give it a rub and see if he can't score some runs against the Aussies.

Does It Hurt When I Do This?

All this talk of sadism has got me thinking about pain and it's relationship to cricket. Either that or watching Bangladesh play NZ last night made "painfull" the word of the week.

Being one to dwell on such things you can anticipate a few pained expressions cropping up in the next week or so.

Here we see Graham Gooch testing his pain barrier while having a splinter extracted by a blind physio - or something like that.

The Marquis De Afridi

Why would Afridi do that?

Brain explosion?
Tantrum?
Sub concious self destruction?
For a bet?

I can now reveal the real reason. It was all about PR.

Yes, Great Uncle Jrod and his minions got to the boy wonder and set up the perfect promotion for their new venture, the Cricket Sadists Monthly.

Never has blogging imitated life in a more poignant way, and it helps that Afridi is nuts to start with.