Batt(l)ing an obsession!

Truth to tell, I think my Muse ran away because she had a sneaking suspicion of my growing addiction. Perhaps she thought I was being adulterous - to my blog.
However, my latest addiction is a game. Yeah, right, an online computer game, that involves the use of the four direction keys on the keyboard. For my part I have a sneaking suspicion that they have narcotics stashed into the software, for it simply is irresistible.
Tell me, has anyone else fallen prey to Stickcricket?! Say yes and comfort me, for right now, I feel like a dolt, inferior, shattered and defeated, all because my Sri Lankan team has been beaten black and blue, of all teams, by the Bangladeshis! I guess this is the only turf THOSE guys win on!
My joys are when Sri Lanka beat Bangladesh, India beats Goughies XI and England, when my batsman hits fifty and raises his bat to acknowledge it, when the same guy raises a century and takes a bow... Ah, for a feeling of virtual achivement, try winning on stickcricket.
It's red skin is burned in my memory, much like Harry Potter's scar, throbbing every time I switch on my computer and every once so often, urging me to strap up and pick up the bat.
I've forced myself to write this, even as my shaking right hand (withdrawal symptoms) strays to the mouse, guiding it to the red-orange page once more. I write this hoping that it will exorcise my current addiction, nay, obsession.
Sigh! Blogging was so much more fun!

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I'm off to Kathmandu next week and I do not anticipate access to computers. Well, at any rate, I don't think I can play online games. So, if nothing works, that might. If that still doesn't, I'm thinking of signing up for a de-addiction course at the same place Matthew Perry got his!
Amen.

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Thanks, Curses for drawing my attention to the 50 K drawing up on my hit-counter. I certainly could not have seen it through the red haze. And thanks all, for coming here, if only to look at my sunset! May the Force be with all of you!