Here We Come

Among four of us, we share 15 years of journalistic experience with exposures that range from a non-descript Goswami Ganesh Dutt Memorial Tournament at Khalsa College ground in Delhi to a rain-marred Unitech Cup tri-series in Colombo. Is blogosphere ready for us?

Meet Joe Black (sounds like a Brad Pitt movie), kiddin'. Joe, otherwise known as Skipper, is perhaps the only Bong after Sourav Ganguly to have led a team. Seven years in sports journalism (or shall we say cricket journalism as in India the two terms are more or less synonymous) don’t make him a Peter Roebuck. Agreed, but it can’t be a handicap either. So love him or hate him, just don’t ignore him.

Then comes Rico. Soft-spoken, ever enthusiastic Manipuri lad, who swears by soccer - when not against us. It took us long to convince him that cricket too is a game, so what if the ball looks a dot in comparison with its inflated soccer cousin. Besides, he agreed, at least cricketers don’t rugby-tackle and bring down each other with studded boots.

Kowalski, the lone girl in the gang, prefers the softer side of the game. Her all-time great squad has Brett Lee occupying all the spots from 1-11. Her frail frame belies her silent powerhouse stature. After years of her hegemony, Chloe Saltau just got a competition.

Private lends the x-factor. He’s wacky, quirky and a prodigal wordsmith. A distortionist with a contortionist’s passion, his reading between the lines are always bone-tickling and often thought-provoking.

So take your guard as we hit the blogosphere.