So, whoever said that the first week and a half of the World Cup has been rather dull is as ignorant as the Eskimo who talks of sand sculpting. And that the 50-over format is under threat is just another lame excuse to pretend knowledge on the sport minus the passion that cricket evokes.
In just a little over 10 days of cricket, this World Cup has thrown up mammoth scores (and pathetic ones), stupendous innings (and ones to cringe on) and bowling spells that have shattered records (and teams alike).
In just a little over 10 days, Sehwag slammed 175, Sachin brought up his 47th ODI century, Strauss struck a lightening 158, a certain ten Doeschete (no I am not going to check his spelling anymore) peaked and fell through…pheww...two hat-tricks, fourth lowest total, seventh 10-wicket win and so on.
In just a little over 10 days, the job of a cricket statistician has become the most sought after in the sub-continent. The speed of records seem to be out-pacing the number of statisticians that may handle the numbers. So much for the demand and supply theory.
In just over 10 days, cricket (and I don’t mean the 20-ish format) has made a vociferous impact on the sub-continent. So, while in one country, the cabinet decides to criticize its captain for opting to field in the opening match (much to the PM’s displeasure), the President in another, personally bans the promo song for the event although he seems to register his presence at the field more often than he probably does in diplomatic meetings.
But (thankfully) in more than 10 days, this World Cup has not shown which side looks the best to win the trophy. An open contest, each of the veterans has looked as ominous as the next. In more than 10 days, there have not been any upsets (though close encounters of the minnow kind have happened). And in as many as 10 days, we have had just one cricketer confessing his homo-sexuality in a world that is still continuing to evolve on the pitch and outside it. Steve Davies, you and the World Cup you’re playing in gives hope to the rest, whichever side of the social boundary rope they may be on (no I am not in any closet). (Just) in eager anticipation of the next 10 days and the run-up to the knockouts. Cheers.