It is just Cricket….mate!
Ganguly hates Chappell. Chappell finds Ganguly mentally and physically unfit to play for the team. The panel set to resolve the issue finds it was simply a miscommunication and everthing is fine.
The BCCI is at war with Dalmiya and gang fighting Powar and camp. Harbhajan is reprimanded for talking against Chappell. Dhoni praises Chappell. Feelers from the Indian dressing room point to the unhappiness of Ganguly’s captainship. Mahendra without exactly speaking the words makes a statement that Chappell is a liar…..Ummm if you are missing anything on the most current mess in our loved cricket team you can get it all here Rediff on Chappell controversy.
Bureaucracy and Politics be hailed. Cure the problem be damned. The side effects of each good are twisted to make evil. The side effects of democracy twisted into…everyone for us to see. BCCI the cricket org has become a cricketing pitch for everyone and anyone worth his/her salt to flex their muscles and claim the throne. That gives them access to tons and tons of power, money, fame and uh oh controversies. Cricket can go to hell.
I love it. How often do you get to see grumpy old men fighting at highest of heights for everyone to see? Infact I would love to see each one entering a BCCI meeting with clubs and hammers to bang on each others heads instead of policies, procedures and the latest manuals on team management. Could we get the cameras installed at the right places pleaseeeee. Beer and Popcorn are sizzling and ready to go.
Seriously, how hard is it to drill Team Management into the heads of these idiosyncratic buffoons? Very tough. Rarely do we see politicians being good managers, and there in lies the sorry state of the sorry affairs continuing for years and years together at the BCCI.
Hell, I don’t even watch cricket anymore, not after Miandad hit a six off the last ball of Chetan Sharma at Sharjah in the eighties. That was it. I was done. After skipping dinner, and then breakfast and lunch and dinner the day after, I simply decided to release myself from the sorrow, switch the cricketness off in me and be free. And it has saved me tons of misery since then, until I foolishly entered the Naz8 Theater in Southern California, to watch the last World Cup Final on the big screen live, saw the first half, saw Australia cross the 340+ mark, got up, switched the cricket button off and drove off home. Well I did reach home, but 3 years later the BCCI is still struggling to find one….But then it’s just cricket mate, so sit back, relax, have the beer and popcorn and watch the lethal deliveries the BCCI guys hurl at each other.
p.s. By the time I was ready to upload this post, I am reading the latest flash on how miserably the World XI flopped against Australia. There goes my $69.95 worth of Pay Per View I bought along with my roomies to see this series. Damn it. But then it’s just cricket mate!
