Open Letter to Punjab Kings
Dear Punjab Kings,
I don’t even know how to start. Actually, I do. I hate your new name. I liked Kings XI Punjab. This new name and the new jersey are both shit.
Committing to you is like committing to a fuckboy. Just like a fuckboy, you guarantee disappointment. Where a fuckboy pops up in my DMs at three o’clock in the morning, you occasionally throw a win my way and I think, maybe, just maybe, you might care for your fans a little bit.
What happened on Tuesday, Kings? You and I both know that we had the win in the bag. It was ours. That match was not meant to further Rajasthan towards the playoffs. It was meant to take you there. You had 8 runs to make in 11 balls. You had it. What happened, Kings?
You break my heart constantly, Kings. You always say you will change. And you do. But always just enough to show me that you are capable of change. Never enough to make me happy.
Why do I love you, Kings? Why do I keep hoping that you will become the team I want you to be, that I know you can be? Am I the idiot? Maybe I am. After all, an idiot is someone who does the same thing over and over again expecting a different outcome. I keep trusting you, rooting for you, expecting a different outcome every single time.
You say that it isn’t a big deal, that it’s just a game. Why can we never win this game, though? I know you can. You know you can. You didn’t need Gayle on Tuesday to get you through to the end of that match. What lost that match was an inherent lack of desire to win this for us. It doesn’t seem like you even want this to work. Makes me wonder if I’m just wasting my time rooting for you.
And yet, after everything that’s happened and everything we’ve been through, when you play again against Mumbai, you know I will be there, watching you, cheering you on.
And I know that there’s every possibility that I will have my heart broken again. But there’s a slight chance that you might not disappoint. And it’s that sliver of possibility that’s keeping me hooked to you.
I don’t know what it is, Kings, this hold that you have over me. But I know that I can’t control it. So, all we can do is wait for your next move and hope that it is one of joy and not of disappointment.
With a confused set of love/hate emotions,
Your Ever Loyal Fans