@SnoopDog
Caribbeancricket.com felt like a little republic of talk, one of those West Indian inventions where men and women who had never met face-to-face could still argue as if they’d grown up under the same mango tree.
A poster, an old hand from decades back, told me that was the place where the interesting characters abode. He spoke their names the way elders speak of cricketers from the leather-ball days: with a mixture of amusement and respect, as if each personality had a signature shot, each argument a familiar flourish. Some, he said, moved on. Some were banned. And whether by exile or by choice, the benches emptied. It’s a small thing, people will say, just a forum, but anyone who has lived in these islands knows how “small things” carry the weather of a whole society. When the lime changes, the village is changing too.
Yes, this management is like the shopkeepers in the villages that didn't adapt to changes. They slowly faded away and today no longer exists.
