Well, the AB Medal is over for another year. And that's a good thing, because it means we won't have to see the Rogue Traders performing again until the ARIAs, the Logies, or whenever it rains at the cricket and they use Natalie Bassingthwaite's nostrils as a cover.
Well done to Brett Lee for picking up the AB Medal for being generally tops. A big FUCK YOU to Matt Hayden for winning the One-Day Player Award, just fucking retire already, you creepy old man, and congrats to whichever idiots won the trophies that no-one cares about (State player, Young Talent, Women's award and the Lewis-Duckworth prize for most confusing selection in a sporting team, which was incidentally, once again won by Shane Watson).
Notice how Ponting's massive form slump began when I started threatening to crowbar him? Notice that he got a ton when I stopped? Yep. I have the power.
Here's a picture of Ponts (and trophy wife Rhianna) from the Awards ceremony. See how he's on the lookout for an unknown assailant with a crowbar? See the woman in the red dress behind him? That could have been me, Punter. Sleep with one eye open.