I have numerous liable delights. Notwithstanding when they don't go as arranged, these things still make me glad.
Embraces from my children, notwithstanding when they are wiped out and I know I'll presumably wind up in healing center just from being close them. That first taste of lager on a hot day, regardless of the fact that it is the least expensive brew there is. Making jokes about how misrepresented James Anderson's knocking down some pins record is, notwithstanding when I presumably don't trust it any longer.
Watching Test cricket, even if it is the West Indies versus India.
I'm a Test cricket unfortunate. In the event that you are understanding this, I wager you are as well. Furthermore, you know how it is. We observe each ball. We ride the rhythmic movements of a match more than five days. We long for Richie Benaud's hush on the TV and hail a batsman achieving lunch with perhaps just 15 rushes to his name. Ladies are attractive.
This India versus West Indies arrangement has tumbled to such a low, to the point that the telecaster Ten Sports are slicing to ads while Indian batsmen are scoring hundreds. Much the same as your uncle's endeavor at margarine chicken that is sat unrefrigerated for a couple days, even the official supporter wouldn't like to expend it.
Typically, if Ravi Ashwin scored a 100 and took a 7-fer in a Test match, he'd be named the following Kapil Dev or Ian Botham or Imran Khan. In any case, not very many even saw it. Furthermore, even less are expounding on it. Nobody cares. It seems most would rather see what's going on in the CPL, which adventitiously, nobody is viewing. Indians would rather sit through England v Pakistan or Sri Lanka v Australia or rehashes of Indian Idol Series Six.
Anything other than the West Indies playing Test cricket.
It was considerably more energizing last time around when they simply pressed up and left part of the way through a visit in India. At any rate that was exceptional.
So is this the end of Test cricket? Are we now just T20 groupies awaiting our next fix of maximums and dancing girls and Ramiz Raja's marvellous hair?
If the Indian population doesn't care about the long form of the game, is it time we euthanised it?
Of course not.
We've seen crap cricket before. In fact, we should give credit to England, who for most of their history have made crap cricket an art form. There's probably a gallery in London somewhere with all of their crappy cricket art hanging from the walls. Portraits of John Embury, Scott Borthwick and Darren Pattinson all hand drawn by Phil Tufnell.
Now it's the turn of the West Indies. We should have seen it coming. Actually, we did see it. During the last Australian summer, these islanders put on the worst three Test series in living history. The most memorable part of it was watching their non Test playing stars in the Big Bash. We were riveted seeing Chris Gayle awkwardly attempt to pick up Mel McLaughlin rather than being riveted watching Chandrika awkwardly attempt to use a cricket bat.
Rather than let the world move on, India have decided that they could better that craziness with a four Test version of last year's amazingly horrible three Test version. Why would you do that to fans? Is there some Machiavellian subplot I'm missing?
In a month or so, these miserable matches will be put behind us and the cricketing train will move on to other parts. This is a good thing.
Because no matter how poor Test cricket gets from time to time, it has a one hundred year history of bouncing back. Or is it a two hundred year history?
Don't be fooled by the sixteen people who actually turn up to watch in the crowd, over rates moving slower than tectonic plates, the unstoppable production line of ho-hum ex cricketer broadcasters trying to outdo each other or the off field politics of the BCCI.
None of this matters. Test cricket is above all of these shenanigans. For those that have discovered and embraced it, it provides Zen. It is simultaneously Yin and Yang. It will survive a nuclear war.
This India vs West Indies series won't kill Test cricket. Nothing can kill Test cricket.
It is the cockroach of sports.