Sachin Tendulkar went past 11,000 Test runs on day two at Trent Bridge. He looked sluggish, but finished the day unbeaten on 57. He needs a big hundred.
Anyways, enough of that. There should be a season for cricket. Not the scattered, ICC-drawn calendar we follow now.
Its not next to impossible, as we're made to believe, given the international teams that play, split by hemispheres and climates.
Look at sports in the United States. There are spring, fall and winters sports. One ends, another begins. Some run simultaneously.
In that sense, there's a certain charm to the English county season. Games begin when the snow has thawed, the greens have been cleared. Thats the romance missing in the international calendar.
Sample this para written by Ed Gammons, one of the best baseball analysts and writers, in the fall of 1975 after the Boston Red Sox lost the race for the World Series.
"We have postponed autumn long enough now. There are storm windows to put in, wood to chop for the whistling months ahead. The floorboards are getting awfully cold in the morning, the cider sweet. Where Lynn dove and El Tiante stood will be frozen soon, and while it is now 43 years for Thomas A. Yawkey and 57 for New England, the fugue that was the 1975 baseball season will play in our heads until next we meet at the Fens again."
Wow. Where do cricket writers get to pen romance like that? We have a jam-packed international calendar; there's just no time for a season to set in. There's too much cricket so you cant absord all of it. Or enjoy it.
Cricket should shut shop for the winter, then slowly stretch and yawn and open up in the spring. The game needs a gap so fans can start missing it. You need that pitter pat of the heart, that slight elevation of blood pressure as the excitement of a new season kicks in. Its a vortex you want to get sucked into.