I was out of there, with nothing but my mother’s blouse on. No shorts, no nothing, sitting in a tree looking at my cricket. How in the world are you going to get rid of a guy like this? I love this thing.

USACA, the governing body of US cricket, is the black hole that exists at the heart of the US game. For years its name has been in some quarters a byword for incompetence and mismanagement. In this chapter we meet some of the key players in the administration of the game, including its long serving president, a fellow both equally respected and reviled. We observe the dysfunctional relationship between USACA and the ICC, and track a tragi-comic fitful progress towards some semblence of professionalism.