Click, click, bang...
The 2015 Indian Premier League has gotten off to a flying start for Kolkata Knight Riders and Protea seamer Morne Morkel at Eden Gardens after he captured the first wicket of the tournament.
Coming in to bowl the second over of the game, Morkel slanted the ball across Mumbai Indian's Aaron Finch, who attemped a pull while leaning forward - he top edged, and Yadav held onto a steepler at deep fine-leg.
The experience of brilliance is not something that taxes us very often in our regular lives; the occasional snaffle of a seat on public transport, a bodily function here and there, a forgotten drunken non-insight. Good old us.
Sport, on the other hand, provides precisely that with alarming regularity, intimidatingly, depressingly, wondrously better than us and all that we are. And this is precisely the beauty of the IPL: artificial, disruptive and avaricious, brilliant, brilliant and expletive brilliant.
The unforeseeable skill and power of the batting, the cunning, zestful, crafty bowling, the battle between the two, the athleticism in the field, the nous and invention of the captains, vicarious pleasure in the pleasure of the players, the thumping, pulsing vim of the crowd; all of cricket is here and all of sport is here.
All the best to the Protea Fire players in the IPL.
The 2015 Indian Premier League has gotten off to a flying start for Kolkata Knight Riders and Protea seamer Morne Morkel at Eden Gardens after he captured the first wicket of the tournament.
Coming in to bowl the second over of the game, Morkel slanted the ball across Mumbai Indian's Aaron Finch, who attemped a pull while leaning forward - he top edged, and Yadav held onto a steepler at deep fine-leg.
The experience of brilliance is not something that taxes us very often in our regular lives; the occasional snaffle of a seat on public transport, a bodily function here and there, a forgotten drunken non-insight. Good old us.
Sport, on the other hand, provides precisely that with alarming regularity, intimidatingly, depressingly, wondrously better than us and all that we are. And this is precisely the beauty of the IPL: artificial, disruptive and avaricious, brilliant, brilliant and expletive brilliant.
The unforeseeable skill and power of the batting, the cunning, zestful, crafty bowling, the battle between the two, the athleticism in the field, the nous and invention of the captains, vicarious pleasure in the pleasure of the players, the thumping, pulsing vim of the crowd; all of cricket is here and all of sport is here.
All the best to the Protea Fire players in the IPL.
