Stuart MacGill type angry.

The type where my face actually camouflages with my ‘‘mangenta’’ uniform as I swat away excitable team-mates like a law enforcer having a few quiet words with a patron in the SCG outer.

Shane Warne angry.

The type where my fingers impulsively attack a poor and helpless mobile phone when yet another Cadel Evans look-a-like sidles up to my luxury sports car at a Melbourne intersection.

Matt Hayden angry.

The type when my pastor tacks on that last unnecessary bit to his sermon and I miss my boat to Stradbroke Island after Sunday morning mass.

In fact, I’m just angry I have to watch these blokes at all.

And it’s all thanks to you, Big Bash.

Forty-somethings coming out of retirement ‘‘for the love of the game’’ (so they told me when wearing more wires than those used for the perimeter of the Villawood Detention Centre) has ruined my summer.

To the point where I would win any spelling bee contest on Eastern European top 50 ranked tennis players.

Give me Tomic over the Thunder, Hewitt over the Hurricanes. That’s where my loyalties lie this summer.

Sure, there’s been mammoth TV ratings, inflated crowds and umpteen who-will-come-out-of-retirement next plotlines.

But I just can’t warm to the rock‘n’roll cricket.

Declared, there’s 206 traditionalist bones in my body. The type that would prefer to hear the echo of my own voice in an empty Sheffield Shield stand than rock out to Slash over the PA system.

I’ve tried, but my heart broke when I saw highlights of a recent Big Bash match on the news.

It was 60 seconds of shoddy bowling, skewed footwork and windy woofs with the blade.

It shouldn’t be the way cricket is seen by the general public and it shouldn’t be the reason former greats pull the boots back on.

Sadly, it’s exactly both.

And then, for a fleeting moment, I thought about how the Big Bash has promoted cricket to a wider audience who have had nothing to do with it before. Surely their interest and share of the leisure dollar is positive.

It undoubtedly is.

But less is definitely more and Australia is dangerously chartering towards overkill.

The ‘‘other’’ summer and Test aspirations of several fringe players has been put on hold while the Big Bash circus takes centre stage.

It’s now to the point where there are suggestions the Shield could be moved to start in winter.

I was MacGill, Warne and Hayden angry all over again.