This is not an innings.
An innings has a fielding team.
It has a batsman at the other end.
There would also be spectators and commentators.
This has none of that.
This is a spiritual awakening.
A scream in the ear of the doubters.
A club to the head of the non-believers.
A nuke bomb to the groin of the heretics.
This wasn’t an attack on Sri Lanka, this was one man conquering the world, fixing its ills, and turning on every single human being at the same time.
Erotic conquering for peace; with a bat.
Everyone seeing this innings is having spiritual sexual intercourse.
There is a reason I say seeing, not seen, because this innings is so good that it should never be talked about in past tense.
I suggest the people who are at the ground today should all kill themselves. How on earth are they ever going to top this innings? Either that or all run naked from the ground chanting the great one’s name.
When the day finished, a microphone was thrust into the prophet’s face, just like at Nazareth, and the man said, “I see the ball and I try and hit the ball”.
I SEE the ball, and I TRY and HIT the ball.
Live by this my children.
Forget all your archaic religious practices, stop worshipping at the feet of some coked up rocker, put down all the books, just watch this man/prophet/god/force and you will get everything you need for life.
HE IS SEHWAG. YOU ARE SAVED.