It's been barely a week since the news of the Delhi Police's arrests of S Sreesanth, Ajit Chandila and Ankeet Chavan first hit the cricketing world in its collective gut. It's felt like a lot longer because, whether while flipping through news channels or clicking through websites and blogs, it's all anyone has written or spoken about.
Narratives have been sharpened - on television (mostly), there's been no room for nuance: from the betrayal of 'a billion' to the end of Indian cricket, from calls to remove the players' names from all records - friends on twitter jocularly suggested score-cards might read 'X caught EXPUNGED bowled REDACTED'- to endless quoting of 'sources' who all revealed more explosive, and so-far unverified, allegations. Even the ordering of the names of the trio has coalesced, from the most famous to the least.
Somehow, the talking heads who scream betrayal on television seem to communicate more 'he-who-shouts-loudest-wins-TRPs' than cricketing anguish - of the kind felt by devoted fans who didn't attend a marquee clash they had tickets for.