Aashrey's prize for winning the cric info competition, i can't remember which one.
The IPL now makes sense.
Last year it didn't.
If you weren’t from India, it was hard to pick a team.
Last year I flirted with Delhi.
But even with Sehwag they didn’t completely grab me, they were the team I wanted to win, but I had no real passion about it.
Now it’s different.
Delhi has been raiding the Australian cupboard and has a new look team, and even without a drug addict, they are the team to support.
There is something there for everyone.
They have God.
Gautham City Gambhir throwing around the elbows.
David Warner and his rollercoaster of hype.
Ab DeVilliers staying sharp.
Brett Geeves and his exceptional hair.
Daniel Vettori filling the thinking woman’s crumpet role.
Amit Mishra and his magical wrists.
Andrew McDonald with a bit of ginger in the mix.
Shoaib Malik as the latest dumped test captain to feel sorry for.
Glenn McGrath and the general grumpiness.
Maharoof as the smiling version of McGrath.
And most importantly, the wild bestial nature that comes from the one, the only, Dirty Dirk Nannes.
That is one hell of a line up.
Go Delhi.
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