Who do I send the invoice to?

Many years ago when I was a young follower of cricket in Ballarat, there was a friend of my parents who loved cricket.  He was emotional about it. He would throw his cigarettes and matches at the television if he disagreed with a decision.  I am sure some of you can relate.

Which brings me to the current day version of televised sport.  I love Test  cricket, think it is the greatest game of all.  Enjoy One Day but slowly losing faith in it.  Didn’t think much of the Big Bash until I saw it on TV.  Now I am enjoying the excitement, the glamour and at most times the commentary of the Big Bash.  Herein lies the problem.

If I want to watch sport on TV, any sport, I wish to watch that sport.  I do not wish to see superimposed on my screen adverts for some obscure program that may be coming up on your network.  I DON’T CARE.  Unless Tubby is going to be on the biggest loser, I DON’T CARE.  Unless Punter, Junior, Sir Viv are going to pull on the tights and go dancing Australia, I DON’T CARE.  Unless  Johanna Griggs and Bruce are going to cook everyone a spectacular meal, I DON’T CARE.  You don’t pay for this advertising of your own shows, so stop wrecking the viewing pleasure of others.  Especially when the game is on.  Do it in the ads.  Stop your lackeys, network commentators who have to agree with you, from making complete idiots of themselves.  PLEASE.  It doesn’t make me want to watch one of your shows.  Completely the opposite. So when I throw something at my television because I can no longer tolerate the absolute crap that you are spruiking, and I break it, who do I send the invoice to for my new TV?

Thank you for your time, network turkeys.


  1. Hear bloody hear !!

  2. I hear you brother I hear you. Except about commentators dancing or cooking. I think they already do that as part of their cross-promotional activity. You know, to maintain their brand awareness. You know, because that’s important … to nobody anywhere, ever.

    Mmm, cross promotion – a train wreck of an idea that PR, the Nuckelavee of the 20C, has brought down upon us. PR, by the way was invented (as least as we understand it and are consumed by it) by Edward Bernays, Freud’s nephew. Talk about cross promotion!

    For most of my adult life I have refused to wear shirts that advertise a product. Even doing that is cross promoting.

    Sadly, I think you (we) are yelling into a storm, maybe a tsunami. I just watched the latest episode of The Good Wife (a great TV show) which aired in the US on Sunday night. Three songs from Springsteen’s latest album (released at literally the same time) featured. The title track itself played at three different points. Coincidence? Sadly, no.

  3. Malcolm Ashwood says

    TOTALLY AGREE Saint 66 best reason not to watch what they are advertising
    Commentators should just commentate on the sport we are meant to be watching
    I am sure they are cringing deep down for the crap they are forced to advertise as part of there job

  4. Ben Footner says

    Couldn’t agree more. Drives me insane, and makes me want to avoid the shows advertised in this manner, not watch them.

    You can tell that most of the commentators hate doing it too. Plugging a show that they won’t be going anywhere near when they’re home on the couch themselves.

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