All great institutions are proud of their history. They depend on it totally for their identity and take recourse to it in their dark hours. Where as the truth is that the present, every hour and every minute determines them.
Every new event opens a new dimension, adds a new facet.
In the process we forget the greatest of them all, the future. The 113 years of cricket do not tell any different story. The game has traveled a long way from the long room of Lords and broad alleys of Melbourne to murky and dingy strips in the miserable place called South Asia. Traditions are a nice thing to be proud of, worthy to be defended, but when mummifying the tradition becomes a tradition in itself, when our perspectives lies trapped in the past at the cost of the vision of future, then there is something wrong somewhere. Nobody ever is in favour of outright changes.