It's funny how time and distance change you, the roads you take don't always lead you home.
Last night we decided to attend a cricket match. After a semester of slowly learning the rules of street cricket and watching IPL over Mr. Das’ shoulder, we thought we might as well experience this phenomena that makes Indians literally go crazy. We crammed five people into a small cab and started out across the city. Traveling at a snails pace through traffic, we arrived two hours later. Sweaty and sore, we stepped out into cricket chaos. From rainbow, mohawk wigs to Indian flags, everyone was decked out in HYD Sunriser’s gear.
The excitement was infectious as we pushed to the entry gate. Cameras and cell phones were not allowed so we hid them strategically in our clothes. I truly felt as though I was smuggling drugs across the border as the woman felt me up, looking for god knows what. Once we were inside we headed to our nosebleed seats. In the penultimate row, we found five bleacher seats together and sat to enjoy the riveting sport of cricket. FALSE. Whether pertaining to the sport or experience, I have compiled a list of things wrong with cricket matches in general.
Other than the boredom and bleacher style seating, the game was a “Nail Bitting Finish” as the scoreboard so graciously told me for the last hour and a half of the match. To be fair, I compiled a list of all the things I enjoy about the game:
The Sunrisers won with two six point runs when they only had ten balls to get ten runs. Not sure what that means, but good for them. Overall an enjoyable evening, but not anything I ever need to experience again. Today we are going to scour the city for jerseys and celebrate our last night out in HYD at Cuba Libre for SALSA dancing!