There is something about writing an email while perched on a tiny seat in a cramped bus with your laptop on your knees and your phone (to whose wifi you're tethered to) precariously balanced on a ledge that inspires brevity (yes, I appreciate the irony of me describing this as 'brevity', but you need to imagine the counterfactual intro, so long it could be published in three volumes like War and Peace). Anyway, while the temptation to describe the highs (Victor! Old LeBron!) and lows (with no thanks to Stefan for inducing me to look at the Sri Lanka-India score) let's go straight to the links.