Peter Roebuck, one of my favorite cricket writers (as you’d know if you’ve read the various articles linked to on this blog), died after police talked to him in South Africa two nights ago. I assumed he had done something ghastly bad, and had committed suicide, and that was confirmed the next day (the suicide part; what he did hasn’t quite surfaced yet). I have no doubt there are some skeletons in his closet, but regardless of what else is revealed about him, it doesn’t take away from the fact that he was one of the best cricket journalists around. There are many highly flawed individuals around who yet excel in one area or another, and Peter was one of them. I will miss his writing dearly. RIP, Peter.
I leave you with this fine tribute written by Gaurav Kalra.