Let's all just pause and admire the Commonwealth Games Day One Tally before it disappears! Australia and Scotland, one and two. How ya like them apples, Mother England? It is very, very strange watching the Commie Games from the other side of the world. I was all psyched up to support Scotland, since Australia has enough of a cheer squad already, but the BBC telly coverage is so freaking Anglo-centric that I'll barely get a chance to wave my saltire! And how the BBC team love to slag off the Aussies and our over-confidence! How they gloat about any medal we don't win! They just held up copies of today's Age and Herald Sun and sniggered at how many pages were devoted to sport. "Oh those Aussies," said that horsey-looking presenter chick, "They're so sports mad!". Well maybe if you were a bit sports madder, you'd win more medals! Ahem. I know I'm only miffed because I'm used to playing the Underdog. When you're watching the Olympics in Oz, it's all about Australia versus Evil America. Whether it's the pool or the athletics or the ping pong, we just want to see the battlin' little Aussies stick it to the mighty Yanks. Fight fight fight! (I always imagine us like a yappy little terrier, nipping at the heels of a honking huge Alsatian. It's all very important to the wee terrier but does the big fella really give a damn?) But over here at Commonwealth Games time, England is the underdog! Australia becomes the evil one! It's Australia winning all the medals and trampling over the little countries. I've heard them cursing us in the office, Those Bloody Aussies. We can't pretend we're just lovable convicts. They want our BLOOD, people. I'm scared.