World Cup of Celebrations Still Deserves Pantsless Celebrations

For those not consumed by over fever, we'll inform you that the Cricket World Cup just ended, and that Australia won in triumphant fashion over Sri Lanka in a match that will sadly be remembered more for dysfunctional officiating than the Aussie's mastery of the game. Officials actually didn't know when to end the match, causing a premature celebration by the Aussies who began taking bits of the field as souvenirs prior to officials telling them to come back the next day to continue the match, which as it turns out they did not have to do at all according to the rules.

This would be the worst thing about the Cricket World Cup if fans hadn't shown up in the numbers expected, leaving empty hotel rooms and leaving the Barbadian (Barbadosian? Barbadingnagian?) Prime Minister scrambling for answers. Tight-fisted organizing rules kept Caribbean fans away, fans balked at sky-high ticket prices, the commissioner of the sport admitted that the whole thing was way too long at 47 days, and Subcontinental fans canceled in droves when potential megamatches like Pakistan/India morphed into Bangladesh/Ireland.

Ahh, the passion and historic rivalry that is Bangladesh/Ireland.

And that would all be the worst thing about the World Cup, but for the murder of Pakistan's coach in his hotel room following Pakistan's sudden and disappointing exit from the tourney to upstart Ireland. Investigations are ongoing, and though Jamaican police are not commenting the rumor of the week is that toxicology reports show Bob Woolmer may have been drugged prior to his attack.

Nevertheless, This marks the third World Cup victory for Australia in a row, a colossal feat requiring colossal celebrations. For Andrew Symonds, this means doing what all men do in moments of triumph: hanging around in your skivvies and drinking beer in public. Poor Sri Lanka, the losers of the final? Still stuck in London.