being myself has usually worked

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hottake: pace bowlpersonship in test cricketeering is straight-up dying, famalamamma. it’s a savage grind that chews up your knees, back, and shoulders, leaving you a broken mess by 30. yung guns ain’t about that life, sacrificing their bodies for some dusty >muhnational pride
take jofra archer—smooth as butter, pure fire, but the dude’s been sidelined by injuries more than he’s been slaying on the pitch. he’s the bloodyposter child for why pace bowling’s a brutal scam these days.
and it ain’t just jofra. pat cummins took years to lock in after his debut, mark wood’s creaking every tiem he charges in, and even bumrah had to finesse his action just to keep from falling apart. meanwhile, spinners and medium pacers are out here chilling, bowling into their late 30s, sipping tea and laughing.
in this t20 franchise era, with load management spreadsheets and fat paychecks for four measly overs, who’s got time for a five-day red-ball slog? why wreck your spine when you can stack millions and still walk straight? next-gen’s picking cash and longevity over a cripple-making grind, and honestly? can’t even hate. pace bowling’s cooked, and test cricket’s feeling the heat

>anusful cumbog
>carse
>bumrah
>arsedeep
noice "sport" y'all got here di lads

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