The cricket addiction

When the game goes you notice the void

There is a funk I disappear into when a cricket series I'm covering ends.

So much of my energy is put into my job, then there's nothing to replace it with-just this black hole. 

It was my wife who first started noticing it. The way it affected me, how I would struggle to get back to normal life, and have this emptiness that I couldn't quite articulate. At first, we assumed it had something to do with touring, coming back home, and trying to settle in. 

But it's more than that; it's not just a work thing, though that is now involved. Something is missing.

To try handle it, I start having a snooze during the day. It's not that I am tired; it's just a couple of hours where I don't have to think about what I should move onto next. 

Usually the end of a series or tournament is known to me beforehand. It builds and builds until you jump on a plane or in a car and head home. This one is very different. The IPL was on; then with only 24 hours of uncertainty, it was gone. 

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