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Pepsi IPL 2014 - According To Me!

Now that the Pepsi IPL 2014 is in full swing, I think I'm going crazy!  Not as a crazy cricket fan, mind you.  As a crazy cricket mama!  Mama as in mother, not mother's brother as 'mama' means in Hindi.

My ten year old son Manan adores cricket.  He plays every day in the park along with a gang of friends and it's impossible for me to get him home to study.  But now that the Pepsi IPL 2014 is in full swing, it's hard to tear him away from the television, where he regularly parks himself, to watch matches and follow scores.

As a concerned mother, I was always thrilled that his interest in sports was getting him out into the fresh air. Nothing like seeing your youngster pursue healthy, sporting activities, I always say.  It makes me feel that as a mother, I'm doing something right.  The first term tests have just finished however, and as the tests drew to a close, the last minute look over his schoolbooks in the morning replaced by his being glued to Star Sports, watching out for great and memorable cricket moments before his school tempo arrived.

When my mobile went missing late in the night, I found the kid watching cricket under his pillow.  

Is this a problem?  No, not really.  It actually makes me smile.  The season makes my kid happy.  It won't last forever, after all.  And you know it's hard not to catch the fever. That air of excitement regarding the game is just about everywhere.   I think I'm actually getting to enjoy the game and the various personalities involved. Well, just let's say I can tell a Chris Gayle from a Mahendra Singh Dhoni.  And the Delhi Daredevils from the Mumbai Indians (Manan's two favourite teams).

And do you know what?  I'm sure Manan's test results will be just fine!

Many thanks to freedigitalphotos.net for the illustration, "Cricket Bowler Bowling Ball Cartoon" by vectorolie.


This post is a part of  Cricket just got better! Activity by starsports.com in association with BlogAdda.com






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