India, June 24 -- Of course I grew up on cricket. Of course I spent hours staring at the TV screen while my grandfather loudly dismissed match strategy, and my grandmother pleaded to allow some room for thought. Of course I cowered a little every time Dale Steyn would bowl.
I was introduced to sports by my grandfather. He was old world in his approach, and had no trouble in deducing what was a wide, or an offside mere seconds before the commentator would declare it to be so. As a result, a lot of our quality time involved languid sports watching. Who in their right mind would give up on what appeared to be a psychic grandfather?
A major element in this languid way of spending time was test cricket. Some of my fondest memories, and crucial...