This is not anti-gambling per se. It is anti the way gambling promotions are shoved down our throats and up our noses. It is anti the infantilisation of sports fans. One of Quilty’s themes is masculinity. Betting ads are pitched to a lame caricature of Australian masculinity, taking us all for simpletons (no correspondence will be entered into!).

Even if you can gloss over the insidious effect this brainwashing has on enough of the population to make it a documented social menace, you cannot ignore the ruinous effect it has on the amenity of watching sport. You cannot ignore the fact that it’s impossible to ignore it. It gets into you, not like an earworm, but a carcinogenic.

If you complain, you’re likely to be told that you can always watch on pay TV with no or fewer ads. It’s true. But it’s all of a piece. The deafening glut of gambling ads, the pushing onto children of merchandise designed to be obsolete next year, the secretion of sport behind paywalls: that piece is sport as commodity.

Somewhere along the way, Australia’s enjoyment of sport has been confiscated from us and sold back to us as something we must buy to guarantee our place in sports heaven. The Catholic Church and its Middle Ages indulgences had nothing on the ecclesiastics of 21st century sport. Sport has become crowdfunding for millionaires.

Have a look around this week; it’s been all about the ledger, not the scorecard. Golfers Cameron Smith and Marc Leishman are following Greg Norman to the promised landing strip. Norman affects to be shaking up pro golf, but Smith himself baldly calls it a “business decision”. What he will learn is that sports events whose sole raison d’etre is money soon enough become dead to watch, dead to play and then die. There’s a long history to say so.

As negotiations for a new, 10-figure AFL TV rights deal draw to a close, still on the table is the possibility that more games will be pixelated away on pay. A “Super Saturday” is proposed. It certainly will be super for someone’s already super super.

Almost as if to offset this, the AFL announces a funding boost for community footy, $17 million next year, thereafter 10 per cent of the AFL’s annual “assessable income,” whatever that is. AFL CEO Gillon McLachan called this “truly historic”.

At the sub-pro level, footy is bleeding to death. By the AFL’s own figures in the same release, $17 million equates to $35 a head for all registered players. That’s about half a football each.

At the same time, Cricket Australia is trying to head off a mass exodus from its modestly lucrative Big Bash League to fabulously rich leagues in South Africa and the Gulf. CA figures it needs an extra $30 million.

As reported by Daniel Brettig in these pages, among the funding options are to secrete more games away on pay TV, flog bits or all of the BBL off to Indian entrepreneurs and/or American venture capitalists, or jack up charges on club and junior cricketers.

And still it might not be enough. Steve Smith is holding out for a better BBL deal. Anyone would think he was a bit short of scratch. Meanwhile, a national jobs summit was convened and one of its agenda items was five years or more of stagnation in real wages for Australian workers and what to do about it.

The disconnect has rarely before been so stark. Honestly, to the various Smiths, tell someone who cares.

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