Some smashing, some bashing
In the opening game, there was more entertainment in the stands than on the field

Brad Haddin: at home at T20 • Getty Images
With all the hype about this new league being the saviour of Australian cricket, I felt I couldn't miss the chance to make up my own mind. The chance to see Stuey MacGill and Matt Hayden battle it out live was also something of an incentive, I must admit.
I supported the Sydney Sixers, not because I have any kind of geographical sentimentality as a Sydneysider, but because I could find a pink tee-shirt to wear to the ground more readily than the lurid, blue-green of the Brisbane Heat.
Brad Haddin's recent offerings in Tests have been arguably more suited to the rashness of Twenty20, but his strokeplay was fluent and some of the sixes he hit seemed to barely brush the bat as he compiled more than half the opposition's score.
I would have made the Sixers bat first. Chasing 140 didn't seem to stretch them very much, and I would have preferred to see how much they could have posted first up.
Brett Lee v Brendon McCullum. Lee's first over was tight, and when he came back for his second he reminded McCullum of his still-frightening pace by drawing blood through his helmet with a misjudged bouncer. A helpful spectator sitting near me gave McCullum this parting advice as he retired hurt: "That's what your bat's for, mate!"
MacGill's entire spell was something to behold. With his ubiquitous white towel sticking from the top of his pants and his ever-present passion for bowling, he reminded the crowd of his appeal. So much so that when he was moved from deep third man into a short third man position away from the fans on the boundary, he was booed.
Some of the spectators didn't think much of Mitchell Starc's offerings in the recent Test series and let him know before the game even began. One shouted, "Hope you take a few more wickets in this form of the game, you chump!" The jeers continued when a misfield on the boundary led to a four.
While I'm tempted to give this to Haddin's six that hit the roof halfway up the Ladies Pavilion, it was an effortless six, whipped off his hips, which really showed his class.
Such was the glee with which my fellow spectators threw their empty and not-so-empty beer cups at a passing security guard that I missed seeing Sydney hit the winning runs. Some would say that seeing a member of the "fun police" showered with plastic would be worth the sacrifice.
The crowd wasn't huge, but they were generally good-natured and noisy. Some of the attempts by promoters to drum up support in the stands fell embarrassingly flat when they didn't realise that most people had little passion for either team yet, this being their first outings.
The Sixers handed out inflatable lie-lows to the best-dressed spectators at the ground, who got the opportunity to lie down in between the boundary rope and the fence. In this match, three Santas got the opportunity to watch from close to the action, and as far as I could see, the choice was valid.
The pre-game entertainment was something of a let-down. No doubt in an attempt to connect with the mythical younger audience of T20, the organisers tasked a lone DJ, dancing awkwardly on a tiny stage while he manned the decks, to entertain the crowd. He and the PA had obviously been given explicit instructions to choose hit songs, for LMFAO's "Party Rock Anthem" was played time and time again. Mid-innings fireworks were a total surprise, and so too was their quality. They out-did the usual static flamethrowers placed on the boundary and were a genuine bright spot.
6.5 The quality of this match was better than I expected, but the chase petered out towards the end after some early fireworks from Haddin and Nic Maddinson got the run-rate to under six an over. The game was effectively over as a contest halfway through Sydney's innings.
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