Cricket: Dancing Girls and Movie Stars

Call me closed minded! Label me as avert to change and progress! But when it comes to what I have long considered the only gentleman’s sport left, I feel deeply uneasy and uncomfortable with the whole shenanigans that is 20/20 cricket.

For those that aren’t familiar with “good sports”. Eh-hem, cricket, ‘used to be’ a glorious game lasting at times well over a week drawn far beyond the length of any sane person’s attention span and demanding the rare and painstaking ability to calculate large odds and scores in one’s head and on occasion experiencing the sufferance of listening to the ominous voice of the awkwardly white Tony Cozier. Ah, the innumerable joys…

But what appalling atrocity is this that has conspired before us in the form of the IPL?! The Indian Premier Cricket League has diminished this conservatively paced game into an event that is intensely exciting and fast-paced, done away with tea time in favor of beer time and even allows players the liberty of removing their sweater vests! The lovely (albeit rhythmically challenged) ‘cheerleaders’ on the ‘sidelines’ gyrating to djs spinning club-trance-chutney remixes through speakers endowed with enough wattage to satisfy Madison Square Garden injects far to much fun into the atmosphere.

As a strapping young 24 year old myself, I find it all utterly intolerable and…. Turn down the music! I’m not done talking!!!

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