So-called Sexiest game (by Tantra)

I meant cricket.....go to a tantra t-shirt store if you don't know what the heading's about......

It's so astounding that this one rather confusing game captures the attention of whole country....so amazing how all of India's hopes and dreams ride on the swing of the bat and the fight of the ball...
It's also pretty weird that I can't tell between a no-ball and a dot ball, and I thought Robin Uthappa was a kind of dosa. No, really!
I'm not addicted to cricket and i don't think i'll ever be, but yesterday's match was very enjoyable, especially seeing how we watched it during tuitions. Books were abandoned, all thoughts of physics flew out of our heads, and we were all crowded around Ms Chitra's widescreen tv.
A rather excitable bunch, we were, cheering at sixers, groaning at wickets taken, groaning even more when they replayed the wicket takes, and jumping in joy at that last lucky catch. And of course it was such an issue of prestige seeing as it was an India-Pakistan match, and India just CANNOT lose to them, pur-lease no....
And at the time of writing this (as opposed to posting this) our Maths class has been abandoned in favour of a discussion about the turning points of yesterdays match. Its....not surprising, but more perplexing, how everyone pays so much attenetion to detail, how Nazir got run ouy, How Uthappa dropped a catch after it hit his injured finger, how so-and-so dropped a catch at the boundary.....
Perplexing? Maybe. I can't think of a word to describe it.
On my part yesterday, I was drawn into the game watching the expert fielders on the Pakistan team and the sheer speed of the ball (i was looking at the bottom of the screen, at the stats) and the power with which the ball hit the stumps, sending them spinning off into the distance.....
Entrancing, but not addictive.