It’s perhaps off-brand for a tweedy academic, but I love sports. In particular, I am obsessed with cricket, the sport I grew up playing as a child in India and Jamaica before we moved to Texas. My father played cricket competitively through college and taught me the sport. Our backyard cricket games – war between hard cherry-red ball and long paddle-shaped bat – continued for a while after we moved to the US, but in the absence of cricket culture, our interests inevitably changed and we shot hoops instead. In the evenings at home, we became Houston Rockets fans, starting in the glory days of Hakeem Olajuwon and Clyde Drexler on through the era of Tracy McGrady and Yao Ming, the seven-and-a-half-foot-tall Chinese superstar who helped bring about the NBA as global phenomenon.
I’m delighted to come across this essay here. I’ve been spending my annual leave this week reading Strange Rites and The Comeback Summer by Geoff Lemon while watching the TWC Final! Bring on the Ashes
The "spirit of the game" is equally pervasive in the MLB. Until recently, players were routinely beaned for flipping a bat or gazing at a homerun for a second too long.
I’m delighted to come across this essay here. I’ve been spending my annual leave this week reading Strange Rites and The Comeback Summer by Geoff Lemon while watching the TWC Final! Bring on the Ashes
The "spirit of the game" is equally pervasive in the MLB. Until recently, players were routinely beaned for flipping a bat or gazing at a homerun for a second too long.