And it just doesn’t matter who wins a game, other than to the team’s owners and sponsors. An IPL game instantly turns your TV room into the Colisseum and you into a vicarious sadist. You want the players to either perform extraordinary feats or make total fools of themselves. There’s no in-between, no scope for the average or the moderate. It’s stirring triumph or pathetic humiliation. No space for sympathy or pity. It is cricket as extreme sports.

We all grew up playing T20, in our colonies, on our roads, and for the fortunate few, in our parks and fields. We challenged the next building’s team, and with them, we had home games and away games. We had a bowler who could bowl a special delivery that would get the batsman run out. When things were not going our way, we ended the match by saying: “Fielding declared.” Our hook shots broke windows and we ran for our lives. We played on concrete or asphalt roads and yet we dived to save a boundary or take a catch and we bled. IPL, for me, brings back those memories, the child who lives somewhere within us. I have seen women who have never watched cricket in their lives and who have seen Sachin Tendulkar only in TV commercials, shriek and scream watching a T20 match.

Is it good for cricket? A friend of mine has the unusual viewpoint that T20 will eventually kill the 50-50 game and there will be only two types of cricket left, the five-day game and the T20. There will be the premium audience who will enjoy the classicism of test cricket and there will be the masses hunting for an adrenaline rush. The 50-50 game will fall between the stools, something trying to please everyone and losing focus.

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