Sport has long lent itself to fiction. True-to-life sporting intrigues have, over the years, been spiced up, dramatised, romanticised and given the shape of very sellable fiction and cinema, often to outstanding effect.
I suppose cricket is especially ripe for storytelling. It is, as the cliché goes, a game of glorious uncertainties; spinning yarns from it is not tough. But when we look at what the Indian Premier League has come to be, there is almost no need to wear a fiction writer's cap anymore to pen a thriller around it. As I was reading a new book called The Big Fix last week, I couldn't help but think that the author must have really struggled to match the drama of the actual IPL, its over-the-top characters, its loopy plotlines - truth, in this case, seemed well and truly stranger than fiction.
The IPL was, and could yet again become, a great product. The Indian Cricket League - on the corpse of which the IPL was born - could have been too, but there's little point talking of it anymore.