So for the last week at lunch, the TV in the cafeteria has been showing the cricket world cup. Cricket, the game which Americans are genetically incapable of understanding. I know it has something to do with wickets and bowling and possibly the golden snitch. I just had to stare at it for a few minutes today to see if I could figure out what was happening. I’m even more confused than I was before.
The occasional musings of Andy Scheffler