There’s a doggerel-writer residing deep inside each one of us. Mine slimes out whenever Rahul Dravid is dismissed short of a big score, as evinced by this previous post. Here’s the latest:
Humpty Dumpty Warnie caught out the Wall,
Humpty Dumpty Warnie made the Wall bawl
All Ganguly’s masons and all the groundsmen
Couldn’t put the Wall back together again
More prosaically though, there’s that Anthony Burgess. He knew exactly the right words to use to describe my feelings yesterday.
"Bliss, bliss and heaven…it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh…oh it was wonder of wonders. And then, a bird of like rarest spun heavenmetal, or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now…"
And no, I don’t care about being labelled sinfully sadistic, because the man might easily end up making another double-century in the next match/innings, such being the vagaries of the game, and then I’ll be sulking. But for now, I’ll bask.