They drift through the tournament with the emotional weather of a commuter stranded at Farmgate in the rain, watching every bus except theirs crawl past.

Even Doctor Strange, who had traversed timelines to find a comparable wicket, concluded that no other pitch came close to such dark perfection.

After all, what's a straight drive six compared to the impact of a withheld palm?

Tired of being the go-to excuse for every flop, fluke, and face-saver, Process pens an open letter.