The whole tournament is sort of like watching 300, it is so staged, such a camp comedy, amazingly over the top, and so mind-dullingly entertaining that it doesn’t matter if you forget most of what you have seen.
Achettup at Short of a Length:
And so there we have it, the 2009 IPL concludes in South Africa after entertaining us for the better part of a month and a half. We saw Strategic Breaks that were unpopular with everyone but the people who make money off them. We saw Lalit Modi blog and brag and do a terrible job of both (lets not forget the “bowl out” chants) and we saw the Fake IPL Player bitch and yap and do a brilliant job of both. [...] And somewhere in between all that they were some brilliant bits of cricket.
They [Deccan Chargers] have just completed what probably was one of the best turnaround stories, if not the best, in cricket history. [...] Yes I know you have heard it everywhere, but I want to say it again – from the bottom of the table, to the top of the pile!
In twenty years, everyone will play like Manish Pandey. We were there when Dravid and Tendulkar and Warne and Gilchrist and Kumble played too, and you know what, it was really something.
The Deccan Chargers have won. You’re now free to sleep as long as you like. I hope you understand how big a blessing this is.
Isn’t it fun to watch top international players in what is essentially an Indian domestic tournament? Also, hard to feel any other way when you saw Gilly and the Deccan Chargers celebrating after they won the match, and the (hideous) trophy. It meant a lot to the players one could tell. Is it the same as playing for your own country? Well I certainly hope not…