Some months back, when I was out for a walk a mile or so up Hoepker Road from our apartment, I passed a house where an Indian (I assume) gentleman and his college-age son (I assume) were instructing a much younger son (again I assume) in how to play cricket.
It turns out that our side of Madison is quite the place for cricket, given our large Indian and Pakistani population. There is a Madison Cricket Club comprised of eight teams, including a Sun Prairie team (the Prairie Sunrisers), who won their most recent match against V Badgers by two wickets. (No, I don't know.) There is another team called the Willow Warriors, but I am reasonably sure that refers to the bats they use, not to anything willowy about the warriors themselves.
At any rate, they play in one of the Madison city parks that is not far from here, and I thought it would be an interesting outing to drop by and watch part of a match. I say part of a match advisedly, because there apparently is no telling how long the things can go on. The longest match on record, I am told, lasted 150 hours and 14 minutes, spread out over a week (June 24-30) in Leicestershire, England, where apparently no one had anything much else to do.
Our locals, only one of whom is local in the usual sense of the word, are all amateurs and have things like jobs and families to demand attention, and I imagine the matches do not go on past dinnertime. Or perhaps past tea time, given the British roots of the game.
Anyway, we have put it on our things-to-do-when-the fancy-strikes list. Further details as events warrant.