We’re at the halfway point of the IPL, which is a bit like being half-way through an insufferable wedding where you’re constantly being told: “We’re having some technical difficulties, the food will be served shortly, thanks for your patience.” You just want it to be over with, you start to become resentful, and you promise yourself you’ll never go to another wedding again.
Watching the IPL in 2016 is more a test of human endurance than watching a cricket tournament. It is the sporting equivalent of Man vs Food: who can watch the most cricket over a period of two months, without their body reverting to a catatonic state?
Anyone who watches all sixty matches from start to finish should win a prize: a lifetime’s supply of prozac. It is a television show to be watched for the whole family: the housewives love the Bollywood stars, the kids love the idea of Dwayne Bravo and MS Dhoni playing together, and the pervy uncles love the cheerleaders.