For the past several days I’ve been spending ten or fifteen minutes now and again watching cricket taking place in India. Not because I’m bored or am a cricket fan, but because I can’t figure it out and I’m sort of trying.
This tournament is on TSN at various times of the day, and today, the brand new Pune Warriors team is playing another I haven’t figured out the name of. The crowd is in fine spirits, the sun is shining, and an excellent cricket match in full swing.
At least I’m assuming it’s an excellent cricket match. The crowd is cheering often which is a great indicator.
There seems to be 12 cricketeers on a cricket field, and they stand and wait as the bowler takes a running windup and bounces the ball on one hop in to a guy wearing a steel cage, goalie-type pads, and holding a flat bat. The hitter hits it wherever he wants on the circular field and one of the guys not wearing a glove fields it and gives it back to the bowler.
This is where I’m at now. This is all I understand. If it’s on again tomorrow I’m going to tune in for a bit and try to understand why a ball is hit anywhere on the field and it’s sometimes a good thing and sometimes a bad thing. Although catching fly balls seems to be a good thing, with smiles all around.
The problem is, I find myself comparing it to baseball but it’s not baseball. These guys don’t run and slide and don’t look like they take steroids, so it takes some adjusting.
I’ve come crashing down after the Habs failed to get by Boston, and cricket right now is relaxing. It seems to be the opposite of the stress involved with the Habs in the playoffs. Even the players look much less uptight than hockey players. Although the guy standing near the bowler, the judge or whatever his title is, the one wearing a bright red shirt and big black hat, looks like he’s ready to lead the charge of the Light Brigade.
Right now, as I look at numbers on the screen, I can’t figure out what the score is. It’s all mumbo jumbo.
Learning cricket might take longer than I thought.