Well, I suppose I should something about the inaugural IPL match.Not that I want to.
As you no doubt already know, Brendan McCullum broke the twenty20 world record, providing the crowd of thousands of rabid football fans with what has become known as “entertainment”. He scored 158 not out, from bugger all balls.
After that innings, the Bastradly Bangalore Badgers melted away like the Wicked Witch of the West, giving the Kolkata Squires an easy victory in an ultimately predictable and drab match.
In fairness, the IPL is breaking down my protective wall of curmudgeonliness, McCullum’s innings was awesome. “Whack! Wollop! Wazzam!” went his innings.
“Oh! Whoops! No!” went the bowlers.
What strikes me, more than anything, about this tournament is the weirdness of the players’ juxtaposition. There, before me on the telly, is Ricky Ponting hugging Sourav Ganguly. Australians, Kiwis and Indians alike are frolicking gayly in front of my disbelieving eyes.
To capture any similar sites in the future, it might be worth watching a few more games.
6 comments:
Bastardly Bangalore Badgers eh? You're a champion mate.
Am I the only one that thought the bowling was particuarly shite in McCullum's knock?
Yes.
You seem too young to have a "wall of curmudgeonliness." You should go with "youthful certainty."
That's a good catchall postion for... well, any philiosphical position you want to take for any reason.
I couldn't really tell if the bowling was that bad because McCallum made it look so easy, but he seemed to be playing his shots intelligently, until he got his century.
At that point I think he just decided he wanted to go sit down and decided to slog until they took his wicket. The joke was on him, wasn't it?
And not an englishman in the whole tournament.
The closest is Maskuranus, the Sri Lankan Perth kid.
I'm narked about the IPL - probably because I don't have Setanta so it's over my radar and because it's irriating me how some England are seemingly moaning about not be included.
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