A pleasant 'March-Madness' Friday to you all.
I'm writing my little missive, well before Mr. Chris Gayle hits the winning run to power our West Indies to a semi-final World Cup berth. That will spare you the agony of agonizing about my invitation to your 'Chris Gayle' after-match party, at Club 333.
Folks, the 'will-he-or-won't-he' eleventh-hour agonizing over Mr. Chris Gayle's fitness, tells us a lot about the state and mindset of West Indies cricket. So desperate are we for a win, that the commanders-in-charge, are willing to sacrifice 'process', and the 'integrity-of-a-process', for expediency, and for a thrill. Folks, count me out. Keep your invitation to your after-match celebration.
I pity the reserve West Indies batsman, fit, ready, and rearing to go. And yet, he has to wait. Wait until we finish agonizing over the 'iffi-ness' of a batsman, who has not been fit enough to practise for the last two (2) days. I won't say that the honorable chairman of the selectors, and his fellow selectors, are men short on principle. What I will say though, is that they might be full - too full of desperation.
Notice who hit the winning run last night. It wasn't 'Boom-boom' Shahid Afridi. It was Shane Watson - banished to the wilderness to 'eat crow'; recalled; weathered the Wahab storm; and then in the end, 'ate steak'. Folks, count me out of this West Indies cricket 'March-Madness'.
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