What a summer of cricket.
What a time to be a cricket fan. What a time to be alive. How lucky we are to have a team this skilled, balanced and good looking.
New Zealand fans have spent years and years loving our team dearly but knowing in our hearts we were operating in a post-glory days phase. No longer. These are the days. A time far more glorious even than those great 1980s highs. Fourteen months ago I was asked to join the Alternative Commentary Collective.
We have followed the Blacks Caps all over the country. Eight smelly dudes, covering 25 games from a small sweaty caravan. We have watched from the boundary in ecstasy, enjoying unprecedented levels of caravan thickness as our team has gone from strength to strength. Our silly wee broadcast started with zero listeners on January 19, 2014 in Napier, growing exponentially to 600,000 by the time the greatest living ginger Martin Guptill blasted 237 in the weekend.
We owe every ounce of our success to the team we love.