Limited Overs

Yesterday this blog received its most impressions ever in one day – the total was nearly five times my normal daily traffic, and more than double the old record. But what was driving it all is a complete mystery.

This is what I do know:

– The vast majority of the visitors were from the United States

– The vast majority of the visitors came directly to my home page

That’s it. That’s all WordPress Stats can tell me. No referrers, nothing.

And what’s weird is that I have not posted since Tuesday. Hell I did not even tweet yesterday.

I am blogging about this because if you, dear reader, know where the traffic all came from, please let me know in the comments. Please. Seriously. The mystery is killing me.

And speaking of mysteries:

Today I tuned into Willow.TV hoping to watch some of the first ODI between England and South Africa, but instead I saw rain. And so I switched over to ESPN3 for the Sri Lanka Premiere League. The match was a group stage game between Wayamba United and Kandurata Warriors.

I must say, it was a joy to watch. The cricket was not the best in the world, but it was joyful, loose, and entertaining all the same. United sliced through the Warriors’ openers, leaving them at one stage 14-3. But an 80 off of 51 for the shockingly odd looking Australian, Chris Lynn, gave the Warriors hope, setting a target of 150 for United to chase…which they couldn’t do; falling two runs short.

I hope to watch more SLPL in the future. The knockout stages start on August 28th and the final is on August 31st. Considering today is the 24th, probably a good thing I tuned in when I did, otherwise I might have missed the whole thing.

And speaking of domestic T20 competitions, the semi-finals and the final of the Friends Life T20 is on August 25th in Cardiff. Sussex versus Yorkshire in the first semi-final, and Hampshire versus Somerset in the second. The possibility of rain notwithstanding, it should be a great day of cricket. Unfortunately, I will not be able to watch it, because Willow TV is not showing any county cricket whatsoever this summer.

And speaking of cricket I cannot watch, the new-look India is playing New Zealand in a test match at Hyderabad. And, again, I have been unable to watch. Now I freely admit that the main reason I cannot watch this match is the time difference. However, I cannot stress enough how unfortunate it is that it is not available for legal streaming here in the states. Someone, somewhere, is missing out on a fantastic business opportunity. Willow TV could double their subscribers over night. Heck they might even make enough dough to finally update their website. And personally, I love watching test cricket on the subcontinent, but with the exception of Bangladesh, I never, ever get to watch it. Ever.

*UPDATE*: Cheers to Devanshu from Deep Backward Point for letting me know that India versus New Zealand is on Willow TV. Huzzah!

*FURTHER UPDATE*: According to their website, Willow TV is going to be showing the following series:

New Zealand in India, Indian domestic cricket, England in India (!!!), Pakistan in India, and Australia in India, on top of all the other cricket they already show. Fantastic!

And gosh were they planning on telling anyone?

*EVEN MORE UPDATE*:

I posted this blog at 3:05 central time. I received an e-mail at 3:39 central time from Willow announcing the changes.

A real shame.

On the pitch however, the post-Dravid and post-VVS India are looking more than just okay against a weakened New Zealand side. Despite the fact that England have fallen off as of late, I am still excited to see what they can muster against these young Indian cricketers this fall.

And speaking of cricket I can watch: I found out two days ago that the entire ICC World Twenty20 will be available live here in the states on ESPN3. Every ball. Free. On the Internet. Lovely.

And speaking of lovely, and speaking of VVS, and speaking of Dravid:

Miss you guys.

Yesterday, in one of the more interesting days of test cricket in a very long time, South Africa defeated England at Lord’s to end the hosts year long reign as the number one test side in the world.

It is South Africa’s turn at the top of the table now, and we will see what they can do with it.

England, for instance, became number one after white washing India at home last summer. After which they promptly collapsed. Losing to Pakistan, drawing with Sri Lanka, beating West Indies (though hardly convincingly), and losing to South Africa.

And so what’s next for the saffers?

Australia in November for three tests, then back home to host New Zealand for two and Pakistan for three. Then, in July of 2013, they head to Sri Lanka for three.

And so in the next year the number one test side will play 11 tests against four different sides. The total ICC test points for those four sides (current totals): 11,604.

As a comparison, England, in their year as number one, also played 11 test matches against four different sides. The total ICC test points for those fours sides (current totals): 11,493.

In other words, South Africa’s next 12 months are going to be just as difficult as England’s previous 12, and it will be quite interesting to see how they handle the pressure of being number one.

The first series, against Australia, is one that I am already looking forward to. Now I am no expert on the ICC points system, but as near as I can tell, if India whitewashes England this fall (entirely possible), then Australia can become number one with a three test white wash of South Africa. (Please correct me if I am wrong).

How crazy would that be? Not two years removed from the horror that was the 2010-11 Ashes Series, Australia could once again be the number one test side.

Like I said, I am looking forward to it already. I really do love the Australia cricketing summer. Not because I like Australian cricket. Far from it, really. In fact, I find most Australian cricketers rather disagreeable. Instead I love the Australian summer because I have mentioned before, the matches correspond so well to my schedule here in the States. The majority of the matches are on during prime time evening hours. I watch more cricket during the Australian summer than during any other time of the year.

The South African series consists of three tests (ugh), Brisbane, Adelaide, and Perth. All three should make for fantastic viewing.

That’s the thing about cricket: always something to look forward to.

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Melancholympics (noun): that feeling of emptiness one experiences on the Monday after the Olympic Closing Ceremonies

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I find the Olympic Closing Ceremonies very depressing. Not because of the aging rock stars or any other of the standard closing ceremony ridiculousness, but for a couple other reasons.

First of all, it’s like putting the Christmas tree away when you are a kid. That thing that you had spent months looking forward to is all of a sudden utterly and completely over. I really do love the Olympics, and I am sad when they are over, in other words.

Secondly, and most importantly, because they only happen every two years, the Closing Ceremonies really do make one evaluate their own mortality, their situation, their life in general. Where will I be in two years when the Opening Ceremonies in Sochi kickoff? What about in four years when the summer games open in Rio?

Four years is a long time. A lot can change. Positive change, negative change, neutral change. It’s kind of scary when you think about it.

It just makes me melancholy. Will the people I love still be here in two years? In four?

There is a line in a really great Erin McKeown song called “Daisy and Prudence” that goes: “This is a moment we’ll mark time by.”

And, well, I guess I mark time by the Olympics.

That’s all.

Tomorrow, more cricket, I promise.

As I mentioned over on Twitter, the U19 World Cup and the Sri Lanka Premiere League are both available to US viewers in their entirety on ESPN3.

I have my issues with ESPN. Their sports as entertainment rather than athletics mission (see their idiotic “Who’s More Now?” campaign from a few years back), as well as their east coast bias have always turned me off. But ESPN3 is one thing they do very, very well.

Let me backtrack a bit: I don’t have cable. I watch all my cricket via Willow.TV, and all my other sport via ESPN3 or I head on down to the Pub. (My pub here in Minneapolis is The Local, if you ever happen to visit.) (And let me know if you do, I will buy you a drink.) (I do not watch illegal streams. It is a personal choice. I do not think you are a bad person if you do).

Despite this handicap, and despite the fact the FIFA World Cup and the UEFA European Championships are only on ESPN’s family of networks, and despite the fact that ESPN is a cable only network, I was able to large nearly every kick of the 2010 World Cup and Euro 2012: thanks to ESPN3. It is a fantastic product. It is sport for everyone. I do not think that ESPN’s motives are pure, of course, but they come across as so. Sport for the masses, not just for the elite. And they show everything: not just the big four, but also cricket, and rugby, and football, and Formula 1, and polo (horses, not speedos), and boxing, and lacrosse, and tennis, and on and on and on. There is no west coast bias, there is no flash, there is no “entertainment”. It is not American centric. It is just sport. Turn it on and watch.

And to top it all off: the streams are of the highest quality. They rarely freeze, and they always work, unlike other legal sport streams. (Cough, WillowTV, cough).

All of this brings me to NBC’s Olympic coverage. Despite the fact that NBC is a free, over the air channel, and despite the fact that NBC owns the rights to every Olympic event, I have been unable to watch the vast majority of the Games.

The flagship over-the-air channel has shown nothing worth watching. During the day it is mostly volleyball or water polo. And at night it is tape delayed events that I already know the outcome to. (Sure I could go on Internet Blackout but going spoiler free during the Olympics is damn near impossible).

And while they do have online streaming available, you cannot watch it unless you have cable. I could not pay for it even if I wanted to, and I would have wanted to.

It is the opposite of ESPN3. It is the opposite of the Olympic spirit. It is sport for the elite. Sport for rich people. It is Target Field, while ESPN3 is the Metrodome (local reference, sorry). And it just makes me sad. Because I love the Olympics.

Over the years I have been a staunch defender of NBC’s Olympic coverage. But no more. And I hereby put out an official request:

Dear ESPN,

Please purchase the USA Television rights for the Olympics.

Yours Truly,

Matt

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Big news this morning out of Mumbai: Yuvraj Singh has been named to India’s T20 squad for the upcoming series against New Zealand as well as the T20 World Cup next month. This is just delightful news. It really is amazing to me how far the world has come in the treatment of cancer. Now instead of thinking “death sentence” when we hear the word, we instead think of Lance Armstrong, Mario Lemieux, Dave Callaghan, Eric Abidal, and now: Yuvraj Singh.

Unfortunately, it is not always good news. Cancer still kills. A little research brought me to New Zealand wicket-keeper, Ken Wadsworth. He played in 33 tests for his country, scoring over 1,000 runs. His last test was February 13-17, 1976 against India in Wellington. He took four catches and New Zealand beat India by an innings and 33 runs.

Six months later, at the age of only 29, Wadsworth was dead of skin cancer.

There was also South African Tufty Mann, who died in 1952 of abdominal cancer. As well as a whole host of other cricketers who died in their prime. Some in war. Some from on the pitch accidents. Some from car accidents.

All too young.

And this is why we should all celebrate Yuvraj’s comeback. As cricket fans, as humans. It is a triumph over a disease that has killed millions, and it is a triumph of the human spirit. Cancer still kills, and so we all need to celebrate those that beat it.

Welcome back, Yuvraj:

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Today, the front page of Cricinfo is made up of four different stories, none of which have anything directly to due with the actual playing of the game, but have a great deal to say about the future of this game we love (not counting the lead story about Sri Lanka v India, despite the fact that Virat Kohli is going to have a huge impact on cricket in the future, but that’s a blog for another day):

Boyd Rankin is “retiring” from Irish cricket. South African Mark Boucher is retiring, sans air quotes, from all cricket. Meanwhile Kevin Pietersen’s international future is in doubt, while Chris Gayle’s international career is seemingly back on track.

Mark Boucher’s story has the least to say about world cricket, but it is by far the saddest of the four. I know a lot of us were hoping he would have one more go with the gloves after that freak accident stole his farewell tour, but it looks like that is not in the cards. What this does remind us of however is that despite the pastoral history of cricket, it is still a violent and dangerous sport when played at the highest level. Especially considering we are in the age of the super athlete. One wrong move and your career is over.

Meanwhile, Irish bowler Boyd Rankin is going to quit the Irish national team after the T20 World Cup in September so he can move to England and hopefully make the England test squad. This talent drain going on in Ireland has to stop at some point. I am not sure accelerated test status is the answer, but I do think tighter restrictions on player movement is. This is one thing that FIFA gets right: play for your country at the U19 level or higher, than you cannot play for any other country. Done. Make this happen, ICC. There are enough Hessians in world cricket, we need to plug the drain on cricket boards at the international level at least before it is too late.

Just think how good South Africa or Ireland could be right now? And just think how poor England could be?

Speaking of which:

South African Kevin Pietersen’s future with the England squad is in doubt after a bizarre post match press conference yesterday in Yorkshire. The rift between KP and the ECB is deep, wide, and bridgeless. And I really do not think it can be fixed. KP is going to retire from all international cricket after the Lord’s test and England is going to be without one of the most exciting batsman in the world.

This is terrible for England, of course, but it is also a tragedy for all cricket, and test cricket specifically. If the longest form of cricket is going to survive in our fast food world, it needs to have players such as KP.

The good news here is that test cricket has another extraordinarily exciting batsman back in its fold: Chris Gayle for the West Indies. Great for test cricket, great for everyone.

These four stories are only loosely connected, but I think together they do a nice job telling the story of the modern cricketer. Its dangers, its obstacles, its shortcuts, and its payoffs. Players right now are more powerful than they have ever been, and the game they are playing is more dangerous than ever, and the ICC and every cricket board needs to stand up and take notice of those facts.

Until next time.

Yes, I know, this is a cricket blog…bear with me…

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There is so much happening right now. In sport. In cricket. In real life. My 10th wedding anniversary was Friday. The next night my wife released her second album. On Sunday I woke up on a boat. On August 21st, I graduate. There is also the second test between England and South Africa happening right now, and despite the rain it has been a truly brilliant game. Kevin Pietersen’s knock on Saturday was easily the most entertaining century I have ever seen, though I freely admit my experience is limited. And now with 40 overs left on the fifth day South Africa have declared 252 runs ahead and Strauss has sent KP out to open with Cook and so both captains look to be going for the win. Wonderful stuff. Ebbing, flowing, drama: Test Cricket.

And through everything, the Olympics have been happening.

I have not watched as much as I would have liked. I have been busy (see above), and I am cable-less at the house and NBC’s flagship coverage has been dreadful. Nothing but beach volleyball and water polo. Where’s the team handball and the judo and the fencing? And the football and the field hockey and the discus? Oh, right, Americans are not good at those events, and so NBC assumes I am not interested.

Poppycock.

And this all brings to mind my ongoing issue with all the Olympics: all of the bloody Nationalism. If I had my way, the IOC would do away with all of the medal counts and national anthems and patriotic brouhaha and just have the best athletes in the world get together every four years and compete. Sure, there would be logistical concerns, and team sports would of course be a concern, but there is no reason why the Olympics can’t be treated like, say, a grand slam tennis tournament, for instance. Just invite the best athletes via a points qualification system. People can still of course cheer for their country men and women, like the Brits did for Murray during Wimbledon, but stripped of the competition will be all the obsolete and divisive patriotic bullshit. I mean, seriously, who cares if the USA wins more medals overall than China? And just because an athlete happens to be American, why does that mean I am more interested in their performance, or more excited if they win?

It would be so much more Olympic. 

For instance:

Mo Farah’s win the in 10,000 meters on Saturday night was easily, EASILY, the highlight of the Olympics for me so far. Not Gabby Douglas, not Micheal Phelps. Shoot, Farah’s win will probably make my top five sporting moments of 2012. It was an absolutely brilliant 20 minutes of sport. There was drama, courage, joy. Everything we all love about athletics. My wife and I were both off the couch and standing with nerves as the bell lap started. Inside a cauldron of light and noise, Farah went ahead with 450 meters to go and held off the finest class of distance runners the world has ever seen. He crossed the finish line and collapsed from joy and exhaustion. It was a brilliant moment. I have not stopped thinking about it. The way a good film or concert sticks with you for days.

Mo Farah: a British citizen who was born in Somalia and trains in Oregon.

Thank you, Mo, for proving my point for me.

And nice running.

Tomorrow more cricket, I promise.

Updates: 

My friend Tim over at 7amkickoff points out that Mo is an Arsenal supporter, among other revelations.

And Mike Marqusee discusses the ultimate Olympic gesture, and points out that the medal counts are an invention of the media.

A few weeks ago, I went to see the Rembrandts at the Minneapolis Institute of Arts, supposedly the largest collection of works by the Dutch Master in America ever.

It was amazing. Around every corner of the gallery lurked four hundred year old profound beauty waiting to be discovered. I loved every second of the forty five minutes I spent at the exhibition. I could have stayed for hours. I cannot wait to go back.

And thanks to law of Public Domain and its section on two dimensional works of art, I can repost images of his work here on the blog:

Rembrandt captured all the beauty and the joy and the complexity of the human existence in his portraits. He was a master of telling a complicated story with simple brush strokes. You look at his work and you recognize the subject’s deepest fears as your own. You are two parts chilled and one part in supreme and magnificent awe.

There is no true way to describe the experience of being surrounded by so much human genius in one small space. It would take a Rembrandt, to accurately describe what was like to behold a Rembrandt.

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Sport is often mentioned in the same breath as art. Last March, David Green of The Reverse Sweep compared Virat Kohli to Rembrandt. A decade ago, when describing a throw from the Seattle Mariners’ outfielder, Ichiro, to third base, a beat reporter famously said it (the throw) needed “to be framed and hung on the wall at the Louvre, next to the Mona Lisa.” Video here (warning: you are going to have to watch an ad).

And even I have compared athletic endeavors to artistic triumphs: calling athletes poets, for instance.

But I think in doing so those of us writing about sport are failing to keep our eyes on the ball, and thereby are, in small ways, assisting in the destruction of art. Sure, there are moments when sport transcends and fills us with the kind of awe that a beautiful piece of music can inspire. But sport is not art, it should not be placed next to art. That is not to degrade athletes or athletic competitions, but I think we are destroying art when we use its language to describe sport. It’s like using light to describe darkness, or vice versa.

It’s okay to use hyperbole, but it’s not okay to say that Ichiro’s bullet from right deserves the kind same recognition the Mona Lisa receives. We need a da Vinci to describe a da Vinci. A Japanese singles hitter does not suffice.

And by “not okay”, I don’t mean that it’s wrong. Or that sportswriters like myself who use such similes and metaphors are ignorant hayseeds, it’s just that the comparison is incorrect, is off-base, is low and outside.  Sport is terra firma; art, nirvana.  You cannot use soil to describe sky.

However, in one very important way, art and sport do belong in the same breath: They show us what we humans are capable of, if given genius, and talent, and time, and space. There are horrors unimaginable in this world every day, but there is also art, and poetry, and, well, sport. They all inspire hope, they do it in different ways, but they inspire it nonetheless. That there can be beauty in a world with so much pain is something we should be reminded of daily. It’s good for the soul.

Life is dark and sad and mournful. But in it we can find certain things sometimes that make us feel okay about being human.

Picasso. Ichiro. Kohli.

Ali:

Rembrandt:

Soil.

Sky.

Like most cricket fans, I have been enjoying the Sri Lanka v India ODI series. This morning, whilst following the ball by ball (men’s road race on TV in the background), I thought to myself: “the test portion of this tour is going to be fantastic. I wonder how many they are playing?”

The answer: none.

Forgive my ignorance, but sometimes I have trouble keeping up with all of these series.

But it just doesn’t make any sense: why would two test playing nations get together and not play any tests?

Of course this is all on the heels of the positively meaningless and stupid ODI series between England and Australia.

Shoot, at least Sri Lanka is a puddle jump for the Indian team, unlike the 24 hour long haul flight between Sydney and London.

And coming up Australia face Pakistan in a one-day-only series this August/September, and Australia (again with the Aussies…what the fuck, Australia?) face the West Indies in a one-day-only series next February.

Now, I know the one day formats have their place in world cricket, but they should be the appetizer or the dessert in relation to a test series, they should never, outside of a world cup, be the main course. (With the exception of the India-Pakistan series this winter: there are extenuating circumstances there.)

All of the above thoughts this morning reminded me of my discovery yesterday that on August the 15th, three days before the opening weekend of the Premiere League and two days before the opening weekend of Ligue 1, FIFA and UEFA and every other major football board have scheduled a literal boatload of meaningless international friendlies.

All of this sport, all of it so meaningless, all of it so obviously one big giant cash grab by greedy bureaucrats who haven’t stepped foot inside the lines in decades.

Say what you will about the Olympics and the money and the corporate sponsors and the TV coverage and the fact that it is no longer an amateur competition, but at least the events all feel meaningful. At least there is a facade of competitive pride from the athletes.

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With that all said, I took a peak at the upcoming international cricket tours (that include tests) over the next 12 months: India v New Zealand, India v England, Australia v South Africa, South Africa v New Zealand, Australia v Sri Lanka, South Africa v Pakistan (drool), New Zealand v England, England v New Zealand, and the Ashes.

Okay, I am officially excited. And most of those will be available on WillowTV.

Also: what big, big year this will be for New Zealand.

And with the exception of the Ashes, that South Africa v Pakistan series should be the highlight of the year.

A little meaningful sport goes a long way.

Until next time.

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The Olympics start tonight.

I love the Olympics.

I have loved the Olympics my entire life.

The first games I remember watching was 1984 Los Angeles. That was the year the Soviet bloc nations boycotted the Olympics in retaliation for the US boycotting 1980 Moscow which was in retaliation to the Soviet’s invasion of Afghanistan in 1979 (everything always comes down to Afghanistan…) Because of the boycott, the US cleaned up, medal count wise. They won 174 total medals that year. The next best was West Germany with 59.

Eight year old me watched with rapt attention for the entire fortnight. I didn’t give two shits about invasions or boycotts or geopolitical conflicts…I just liked to watch Carl Lewis tear it up.

(Link above goes to Lewis’s win in the 200 meters. Which is my favorite track and field event (despite the fact that I am long distance guy). Michael Johnson’s win in the 200 at 1996 Atlanta is one of my personal favorite sporting moments ever.)

I have watch large swaths of most Olympics since, and actually enjoy the Winter Games a bit more than their summer cousin. Though one of my other favorite sporting moments was during Beijing 2008: I was at a bar in New York City when Jason Leczak came from nowhere on the last leg to win the 400m Medley Relay and keep Michael Phelps’ dream of eight golds alive.

This year’s games are, of course, in London.  And this blog is, of course, about cricket.

And so: This summer there will be a tantalizing test match happening 200 miles north in London, but having international cricket in England during a London Olympics is not a complete rarity.

In 1908, the first time London were Olympic hosts, the England cricket team were in Australia for the Ashes, but the last match of that series (a series that England lost 4-1) was in February of that year. They did not play another match in 1908.

There was the County Championship, of course. Yorkshire won it that year (shocking).

However, in 1948, the second and most recent time London hosted the games, England played 11 test matches, including hosting the Ashes series. However, none of the matches were played during the two week period of the Olympics. England lost those Ashes, too, falling to the visitors 4-0. The series is known for being Don Bradman’s last appearance in England.

England also traveled to the West Indies in the spring of that year, and traveled down to South Africa in the Fall.

Glamorgan won the County Championship that season. It was their first title.

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Despite its immense and worldwide popularity, cricket has only featured in the Olympics once: in 1900 in Paris. There was one 12 a side match played between England and France, though the French side was made up of primarily Englishman.

England won by 158 runs.

Cricket has not made an appearance since.

However, with the popularity of Twenty20, I could see it making an appearance at some point. Shoot, if the Olympics can survive BMX bikes, Rhythmic Gymnastics, and Ryan Seacrest, it can handle cricket.

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Now off to watch the opening ceremonies. Expect more Olympic talk here throughout the next couple of weeks.