Ashes to Aussies, Dust to Poms

The sound of leather on willow, the smell of freshly cut grass, the sight of crisp, white uniforms, the harsh, midday sun beating down on you, the taste of a nice, cold beer . . .

As someone much wiser than me once said, "Cricket's better." And cricket truly is better when the boys in the baggy green are trouncing the Englishmen. When it comes to sport, the Ashes is the apogee. And now it's oh-so-close.

At a press conference on Monday, Shane Warne said:

" . . . at the end of the day everyone's done enough talking and answering the same questions. We're just looking forward to getting out there and playing, and playing well."

It sent a mammoth shiver down my spine, and Sydney's soaring temperatures have done nothing to stop the reverberating vertibrae.

There ain't much that beats the excitement of a well-urned victory.

C'mon Aussie