21 April,2010 09:07 AM IST | | Waleed Hussain
Who wants to see a batsman smash a bowler for consecutive sixes, when two men are busy pulling each other's pants down for all to see ufffd pay-per-view be damned. It all began on a rather 'sweaty' note though. The latest entrant in the IPL, Kochi, has been the bone of contention ever since it came into being. The Kochi franchise, which has more owners than an actual playing XI, offered a 26 per cent stake as sweat share to eight of its co-owners. And it was this 'sweat equity' that raised a stink for the IPL commissioner. He threw a fit and tweeted left, right and centre terming the division of the pie an unfair cut. In response, a certain austere mantriji, who if I may add was not part of the original stakeholders plan, jumped into the 'cattle' race without as much as a hello for courtesy's sake. From that point onwards both 'players' in an attempt to stump the other have been tweeting googlies, arm-balls, swingers, beamers and bouncers at each other's throats. Oh, now don't we love a contest! In the ensuing contest, more players joined the action with other mantris and PMji, former mantris, cricketers pitching their odd-balls into the middle.
How dare you sniff my woman, I beg your pardon, my good friend's sweat money, said one fuming party. I want it to hang all out in the open, retorted the sniffer.
This particular match made it to the front pages, while the cricket matches and the real sweating players were left to languish on the back pages of newspapers. Who wants to see a batsman smash a bowler for consecutive sixes, when two gentlemen are busy pulling each other's pants down for all to see ufffd pay-per-view be damned.
While the two parties grabbed eyeballs, they also had an equally heavy tax to pay for all the entertainment they provided. The IPL commissioner got the taxman come knock on his door, garage and sweatshop, while mantriji was forced to give up his red beacon. Both parties haven't held back any blows and the match is just getting murkier as we speak.
God, we love the IPL, Indian Panga League.