Wednesday, November 30, 2005

The games of childhood

This is a pretty old post, but thought it might strike a chord with others too. I don't really have much to add to it. Just read the post and my rather detailed comment that summarizes an outpouring of some of the memories from my childhood that this post elicited. Would be interested to know if any of you have similar tales to tell from your childhood.

Update:

Yet another blog entry on similar veins on Cricinfo's blog Different Strokes.

4 Comments:

Blogger Hermit Chords said...

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7:28 AM  
Blogger Hermit Chords said...

A rather bitter teenage memory I have is that of Ganguly coming in at no.3 at Lords in 1996 instead of Dravid. Then, having come, he kept edging the ball, it kept zipping between the slips or between fourth slip and gully. When Dravid played a solid defense shot to a Cork in-cutter, elbow pointing straight and toes off the ground, I'd stand up from my chair and say Wow. Dravid missed his century, and that martyrdom only added to my inordinate prejudice. But yes, I think Ganguly is an example of how far you can get if you have attitude and one or two core strengths that you leverage for all they're worth. Like the ability to step out and loft the quickie over the covers- how regularly he did that. It needs a dynamism of timing, full credit to him for that. But I grew up thinking it was unfair, somehow....something about the way his back bends during his backlift... And think of how many othet talented chaps didn't get a chance because Ganguly with all his flaws somehow cemented himself at the helm: like Wasim Jaffer, so strong and firm off the backfoot against pace. But I agree, hesitantly, that 10000 one-day runs are 10000 one-day runs.

7:30 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

tell me about it!

batting against an imaginary ball...
bowling against an imaginary bat....
bowling with an imaginary field...
arguing with an imaginary umpire...
diving to take an imaginary catch...

Was so involved that my imagination ran out long before i realized.

and trying to imitate boris becker's serve and edberg's approach to the net....without nothing remotely resembling tennis equipment.

been there...done that :)

I wonder if i would have played imaginary kabaddi if that had been the only sport i knew.....Hmmm...

10:51 AM  
Blogger nice try said...

joblessness during the 10th board holidays gave a tremendous boost to my legspin ..

10:45 PM  

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