Cricket, the New Sport of Hipsters

People want me to write, it seems, even if I don't take another photograph again.  Such a thing might happen--both the writing and the not taking another photograph.  Sometimes sweeping changes come and take you away, take you somewhere else, someplace you didn't reckon to go.  To a place of no reckoning.  I am there now.

Vague enough.

I've missed a lot in the past weeks that I have not written.  I watched the World Cup.  I lay on my couch in a dim, cool room on steamy hot afternoons and let the Brit commentators take me away.  I watch soccer every four years, it seems, but it may be that the U.S. is on the verge of a new interest in the sport.  It makes no difference to me as all sports are equally boring to me now (except golf which is not a sport and which nothing ever will approach for its ability to put you into a coma within seconds), but to my aging hipster friends it offers a bit of a dilemma much like Urban Outfitters.  I called one yesterday.

"What are you going to do if soccer becomes popular," I ribbed him.  

"I don't know.  Maybe Cricket.  Nobody understands the rules of Cricket."

There you go.  I don't really keep up, but I will make the prediction:  Cricket will be the new Sport of Hipsters.

Here's to Hipsters, a dying breed.