I was up late last night, trying to lure the final crash of the IPL wave to my humble blog, when I thought about time zones and cricket. Growing up in India — smack in the middle of the cricket world — I recalled many times when I had to wake up early (or stay up late) to catch a Test match (or at least the opening session!). It was always a fun exercise, like a stealth mission with very strict objectives: 1) Do not wake up family! 2) Turn down the TV volume as soon as you see it turn on! 3) Try to enjoy the commentary as much within this framework.
Anyhow, now that I’m in the United States (and living alone), waking up early is par for the course, unless the West Indies is involved in a home series. England’s only about 5 hours ahead, but don’t get me started about South Asia or Australia. I might as well give up any hope of seeing anything more than the 10-minute video highlights that quickly crop up on the net.
But then there’s the cricket blog world, which always turns itself around to produce a fresh cup of commentary for my mornings. The Australians — Uncle J Rod and Amy Talks Cricket (yes?) — are a day ahead of me; the South Asians Kridaya (?), Well-Pitched, Achettup — half a day beyond me, and finally, the English — The Guardian, The Corridor, Line and Length, The Old Batsman. Now, please, just wait for Samir and I to chirp in from New York, ok? (Apologies if I’ve misplaced anyone.)
UPDATE: I stupidly misplaced everyone. Well-Pitched is in U.A.E. (and elsewhere); Kridaya is in New Hampshire; Achettup may be in San Francisco; Uncle J Rod is in London. A bigger smattering of time zones than I thought. Apologies.