If the Indian cricket team had selected Baba Ramdev as the team physio, then the men in blue could have been as flexible,lithe and supple on the field as the sadhu himself. However, his insidious influence would rub off on them and at the first signs of terror from pace bowlers, bruised batsmen would migrate to women’s cricket.
If Barack Obama were to lose the 2012 Presidential elections, he could always consider coaching the Los Angeles Lakers. “Yes, we can” would resonate with L.A. Lakers fans, too. “It’s not the economy, stupid” could do just as well.
Another (possible) high-profile candidate for the Lakers post is former state governor, Arnold Schwarzenegger. A basketball motion picture featuring Michael “Air” Jordan, Kobe Bryant and Arnie? That would be nirvana.
If Aakash Chopra had his way, cricketers would be restricted to a stipulated number of games in succession, forcing coaches and cricket boards to utilise players more judiciously.
If cricket becomes an Olympic sport in 2020, is it possible that at some point in the future, it will be another game—like hockey— where the nation had a glorious past but now just make up the numbers? Not raising the bogeyman, am I?
If the Indian cricket team in the West Indies performs more than adequately which equates to clinching a series despite the absence of Sachin Tendulkar and Virender Sehwag, will it hasten retirements of the great man and his illustrious team-mates, Rahul Dravid and VVS Laxman?
If the Pakistan Cricket Board (PCB) had not revoked Shahid Afridi’s No-Objection Certificates (NOCs), would the former Pakistani skipper have taken the board to court? The monetary loss associated with not being able to play either county cricket for Hampshire or the Sri Lankan T20 tournament were primary drivers behind the decision to 'dock' the PCB. Ijaz Butt is more than a mere pain in the butt—to Afridi.
If Chris Gayle had played the first two ODIs against India, what are the odds that the series score-line would have read 2-0 in the hosts’ favour instead?
A lie gets halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on.