ROBOTS!

First off, if anyone missed me writing this (although I can't imagine anyone did), sorry, I'm a lazy fuck.

A bunch of stuff has happened since I last posted.  England and Sri Lanka drew the third test and started playing their 157,561 match ODI series.  India beat West Indies in their 157,561 match ODI series, and then won the first test between the two.  Chris Gayle got a....interesting....haircut.

And the ICC almost did something good.

The Moment

A great deal of this blog has been about how I became a cricket fan.

I've mentioned that I fell in love during the first Ashes test at the Gabba back in November.

I've said that is the reason test cricket is my preferred format.

I've talked about how that's made me and Australia.

I haven't yet said that I can actually pinpoint the exact moment that I was in on this game called cricket.

Now I realize this is a little like the girl at the party putting up pictures on Facebook, while still at the party.  But I don't have a history of the game.  This was my first day in cricket.  Lets go back to that November night in Brisbane.

Opinions on Katich and Australia by an American

I'll be the first to admit that I don't know a ton the intricacies about cricket.  I know the rules of the sport.  I've read as much history as I can.  I'd like to think my opinions are as informed as possible.

I think Australia dropping Simon Katich is perfectly fine.

I will make my new found love for the Aussies as known as possible. I have totally adopted them as mine. But some of the opinions I've had since I've started supporting them, have been a tad different than some of what I've read and heard from Australia.

I think giving Michael Clarke a shot at the captaincy was a fine choice. I've seen a ton of people that don't agree at all.

Rain, Rain, Go Away

I'm gonna try this again.  I think the second England-Sri Lanka test is going to be draw.

Last time I tried this, I was proven wrong. Extremely wrong.

My Delayed Thoughts on England-Sri Lanka

I don't quite know what it is, but there is something oddly beautiful about a batting collapse.