I’m not sure about hockey, but cricket — that’s where I feel alive. There’s something about the rhythm of it, the quiet tension before the bowler runs in, the sharp crack when the bat meets the ball. It’s not chaos like other sports; it’s poetry written in real time.When I first started watching, I didn’t care about stats or rankings. I just loved the energy — players sprinting between wickets, crowds roaring like thunderstorms. But over time, I started to appreciate the deeper layers: form, endurance, decision-making under pressure. That’s when I began following Top Batsmen and Bowlers of the Season and realized how much science hides behind the simplicity.Every great innings tells a story — a test of patience, confidence, and timing. Every wicket is a mind game. And the best part? You never really know how it’ll end until the last ball lands.Cricket, to me, is more than a game. It’s balance and chaos in the same heartbeat — a reminder that precision and passion can exist side by side. And maybe that’s what keeps me coming back every season, waiting for the next name to rise.