What Dreams May Come....

By this time tomorrow night, millions of people all around the world, especially in India and Pakistan, are going to be either deliriously happy or inconsolably heart-broken.
We will hear of and witness on the one hand, cussing of the lowest, vilest, blush-inducing-est order, of TV sets being destroyed, tempers hitting stratospheric levels, unbelievably biased, stupid criticism, and allegations of match-fixing from couch-potato-know-it-alls, and on the other, yelps of uncontrollable joy, humanoid roaring and cheering, goofy patriotic/non-patriotic fervor, intelligent, sportsmanlike and objective remarks on the nobility of the game etc.....
I belong to the latter group. I might throw in a well-meant cuss or two but on the whole I'm going to really, thoroughly enjoy the game. I nose it.

Read here.
Here let me help you. Focus on this especially fascinating section: "Pakistan remains the only unbeaten side in the tournament, having defeated Scotland, tied with India – should we count the 3-0 bowl out verdict as a loss? – and then topping its Super Eight group with victories over sides like Australia, Sri Lanka and Bangladesh. It has scripted its wins on some fine shows by its middle-order batsmen and the bowlers."

Teee heee.
Play val, bwaiiz! Please.....