Cricket is not a sport. It’s the diary of life for an Indian fan. Bookmarks of your life, to refer to and go back in time.
Where were you when Jadeja (Ajay) hit Waqar Younis & co for 51 runs in 3 overs at Chinnaswamy?
When Sachin hit Kasprowicz for those straight sixes in Sharjah?
When Dhoni gave the ball to Joginder Sharma?
When Vande Mataram played in Wankhede?
When Kohli faced 18.5 & 18.6 in MCG?
It’s like a Time Machine. We the 90s kids always suspect we have outgrown Cricket. Life & its responsibilities have caught up, you are numb, now the sport won’t get you. But it gets you. With both hands. An intangible happiness which makes no material difference to your life, rooting for a bunch of strangers & for a made up entity. There is no rationale. No logic.
Yet, when Bumrah got that first wicket, I screamed at the top of my voice “BOWLED” in the middle of night. A aging person with a family, behaving like that kid back in 1996, who screamed “BOWLED” when Venkatesh uprooted Aamir Sohail.
Cricket is the best Anti aging solution. What a beautiful sport :)