At times, you feel privileged to be a cricket blogger.
More so when you are flippant enough to ignore the rocket-science side of the game and laugh at cricket and its myriad characters.
You lambaste Lalit Modi, lash out at Ponting and lampoon ICC with impunity.
You revere Tendulkar, revile Ponting and ridicule Shoaib Akhtar's accent without remorse.
Thank god, I don't run a blog on Burma. Myanmar, the junta will right you.
Else I would bleed to write that Aung San Suu Kyi has been slapped with another 18 months of house arrest.
That after spending 13 years and 293 days of detainment at her lakeside home in Rangoon. Ok, Yangon.
I'd bleed to write that during this period, she could not be on the side of her dying husband and it's more than a decade that she last saw her sons, now in their 30s.
And this new punishment because a mad American, under the impression that she might be assassinated, swam the lake to reach her, something perceived as a breach of house arrest. Primarily on Suu Kyi's part, that is.
To give them their due, the Big Bros have done the lip service. Barrack Obama was so piqued that he reportedly rejected the omelet in breakfast. Gordon Brown turned pink and went to the extent of appearing in a press conference without his regular make-up routine. Unprecedented!
Not to be left behind, UN has issued a harshly-worded warning. If the Myanmar junta doesn't behave itself, UN would be, well, very annoyed.
Her piano is out of tune. She looks pale. The doctor doesn't visit and the garden resembles a jungle, inviting poisonous snakes.
But I have no remorse. Mind you, I'm a cricket blogger. A flippant one at that.