The Cricket World Cup
So another World Cup is here (the first game already played), it involves cricket and is taking place almost on my backyard, sans the trifling bodies of water in between, in the Caribbean: jerk chicken, beer, steel-drums, reggae and cricket – can you get a better combination than that ?.
And yet, I am strangely unexcited – I am not browsing dozens of sites devoted to cricket news, trying to pick up the minutiae of details and gossips, not engaging in flaming wars at rec.sport.cricket, Patrix’s entire post on how to watch the cup has left me cold.
Those who know me from my earlier days might very well be scandalized by this aloofness on my part. This is the guy who, during the last version of the tournament, would wake up at 5am on a cold morning, pick up this dude and a box of Krispy Kreme donuts just to watch India play Kenya or Netherlands (or even two neutral countries like South Africa and Sri Lanka). This is the fanatic supporter who superstitiously remained locked in a single position over the whole night as Laxman and Dravid essayed their epic fourth day partnership at Eden Gardens. Sigh…
I am really not sure of the exact one, but there could be various reasons for this lack of enthusiasm. Firstly, back in graduate school, there used to be this motley group of enthusiastic followers of the game who would pool together to watch cricket matches. Both viewing and playing cricket (with taped tennis balls on a tennis court) were accompanied with much passion. It is not going to be the same not watching, sharing comments (and arguments) with them. Secondly, I have lost some passion for Indian cricket since the Sourav Ganguly episode. While I am a big fan of Dada, I did believe that he was hanging on the team by a thin thread. But the manner of his exclusion and some of the public comments by the then selection committee really put me off. Thirdly, it could party be due to the fact that a few major things are happening in my life (watch this space for an announcement soon !). Finally, I am a bit pissed because a few years ago I was actually planning to visit the Carribeans to perhaps watch some of the games, or at least soak in the atmosphere. Well, the screwed-up visa policies and antiquated immigration system of the US put an end to that idea.
Lets see, perhaps I can drum up some more excitement as the Super 8 stage begins or if there are any major upsets. Till then it will be the occasional checking of scores of on Cricinfo.