Every time the topic comes up, I always get the same response. "I can't believe you like cricket," Mark says. I've sat next to him for a year, and it's almost the same reaction, the same stunned. Cricket. You. Cricket.
It morphed from a smile into a laugh when he looked at my Steam library, and the number above Don Bradman Cricket 14: 383 hours.
That's more time than Mark has spent on Dark Souls. It's more time than some put into video games in a single year. And it's certainly more time than most would consider sane for a sport that has been likened to watching paint dry. But there's a good reason why I've toiled away for hours watching leather on willow. Several, in fact.