The Internet is terrible in New Zealand. It is expensive, it is hard to setup, the caps are low, the speeds are laughable, and if you live in a shared house with a pair of computer geeks and a foreign exchanger with an easy schedule, every tiny bit of memory becomes a precious commodity. You don't want to be left with half a month of 16-hour winter nights at compromised dial-up speeds. It's like leaving Jack in a remote hotel to do all work and no play.
So I never watch cricket on the net while I'm here. Not only does it it suck up that precious bandwidth like a leech, the feeds also take an age to find, they're as grainy as Real Player porn from the 1990s, and somehow I'm always missing a plug-in.
Well, this early morning I said fuck all that and, even though my first class of a new semester started in less than 5 hours, I decided to watch live streaming cricket on the net. (Thank you, Crax Tv.)
Why? Because when a sultry Karachi night unveils the new Best Player in the World, you just have to watch. No matter what.
Asia Cup final, 2008.
6 for 13, off 8 overs.
India all out for 173.
Ajantha Mendis... the world is at your feet.