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Lalit Modi, in a mood of justifiable self-congratulation, gets into an Oscar acceptance speech mode. The South African president drones on and on, putting our neta-log to shame. And just when you decide to doze off, in comes mega-star Akon (unnecessary trivia: thrice married) singing “Smack that”, a romantic tribute to ethereal love that summarizes the spirit of IPL in a way no other song can.
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, ’til you get sore
Smack that, oh ooh
I’ma call her then I put the mack down
Money? No problem, pocket full of that now
Yes. The IPL has smacked “that” all on the floor. So much so that many of us have gotten sore but as the song says, we still want more.



Dear fame hungry women of India,
Muralidharan, one of the greatest bowlers of the modern game, tosses up a doosra. With the match over for all intents and purposes and with an asking rate of 20.00 per over, the tail-ender swings across the line. The shot flies straight down mid-wicket’s throat. Murali looks tired and bored as he trudges to the boundary line noiselessly.
Amitabh shows his middle finger to the nation.