Well fill the World Cup with cold beer and call me thirsty, we've done it!
I'd moved onto my toes counting chickens when India named just one spinner and they were never in the hunt from ball one.
Ponting saved the best 'til last and Marto put more than the odd demon to bed with a great knock.
I'll be stickin' this one in the album
Poor old India can bat, but they would have needed Gilly and Haydes to open the bowling as well to chase that score down.
If I was Punter - which I could have been if I'd chosen cricket over the ladies all those years ago - my acceptance speech would have been different.
After thanking the great all-rounder in the sky, I would have toasted Ganguly for being a good sport and handing us the game on a platter.
What is it with these skippers doin' us favours?
First Hussain sends us in in the Ashes in Brissie and now India give us first look in the World Cup.
We would have won no matter who batted first, but Gangers was just askin' for trouble by askin' us to get on the pads.
Even if they were playin' on a swamp in the Ganges, he had way too much confidence in his pacemen to think India could restrict the Aussies to a getable total.
After Zaheer went for 15 in the first over and our openers started throwing the bat, I was dreamin' of a 400-plus bonanza.
In the end we had to settle for 359 but it may as well have been 959 when Pigeon sent Tendulkar flying back to the coop in the first over.
But when the heavens opened I was startin' to regret gettin' my 'Aussies and me - 2003' World Cup tattoo.
I'd planned to overwrite it with 'Mozzies and me - 2003' if India sneaked a Duckworthless-Lewis win, but there was no need.
I couldn't be prouder of our boys, world champions yet again. Bring on 2007, I say.