Even after all the bad press, pointless scheduling and Bryan Adams songs, I still like the world cup.
I always have. Even though I’ve never really liked ODIs.
The world cup is just final, not just because it has a final, but it ends, and someone wins, everyone else loses and their can’t be discussions about well they beat them, but they can’t beat them, so their only number one by default.
No, if you win a world cup, you’re the best team in ODIs, no rankings can take that away, you won a world cup, go dip yourself in a huge vat of champagne and ruin the rest of your career.
One dayers have never been less relevant; they might even end up as the CD Walkman of cricket. For whatever reason, I still don’t care; I just want my world cup.
Cricket, as is often the case, can be related to porn.
Everyday porn is fine; it does the job, gets you through whatever metaphysical crisis you have that day, and helps you sleep.
Porn is rarely special to you, expect for odd moments where it transcends basic human self-copulating.
Then you stumble across the rare video that involves black men, white pregnant women, buckets of human ejaculate, live defecation and the molestation of pigs.
It’s not just normal porn, the basic premise of this video is the same thing, but with all the other elements involved it evolves well beyond porn.
As boring as the world cup can get, there are few JAMODIs (Just another meaningless ODI) and you know that even if the odd game is pointless, at the end there will be a climax that you will probably remember in one way or another for most of your life.
That is why the world cup means something; it has nothing to do with 50 overs, powerplays, fielding restrictions or the mandatory ball changes. It’s about the climax, and how as cricket fans we are often bogged down in cricket without a big finale.
Change it to 20 overs, cut out the useless games, make up fielding restrictions that result in neck injuries and make the balls pink, just keep the end and play it every four years.
To me the world cup gives us the one thing test cricket can’t, it will always end with two teams that have to win while we all watch.
I know it isn’t always pretty, well thought out or even that exciting, but it builds, builds, builds and builds, then goes bang, like many of the best things in life.