Being a Sri Lankan cricket fan right now is a bit like being an alcoholic. A manic depressive. And Ted Bundy.
For the longest time, you deny that you even have a problem. You start with a couple of world cup final losses. A test match here and there. And before you know it you are knee deep in series losses. Improbable losses and just end up feeling ashamed.
You cry by yourself. You contemplate cutting yourself. You call up a sponsor and talk to him about supporting the new and young Australian side and then they get rolled over for 47. This leads you to googling about symptoms of depression. And convince yourself you are without much hope.
You stay up late, in the dark, in your living room, just mumbling to yourself. You masturbate to clips of old wins on youtube. This makes you both happy and sad at the same time.
Then when you least expect it you’re given a chance to think that maybe you’ve sorted yourself out. But a couple of days later you fall off the wagon harder than you ever have.
The fact that I am writing this out is proof I know I have a problem. Help us. Help us.