So, today I figured I’d put together an IPL dangerous batsmen ranking since the season’s hype is crazy. Woke up, scratched my head, and thought, “How the hell do you even measure ‘dangerous’?” Runs? Strike rate? Or just that vibe when they walk in and bowlers crap their pants?
My Messy Starting Point
First, I dumped all the big names from recent IPL seasons into my notepad. Kohli, SKY, Russell, Butler—all the usual suspects. Then I realized: stats alone won’t cut it. Pulled up some old highlight reels on my phone. Watched guys like Pollard smashing sixes like it’s backyard cricket. Freaking terrifying.
Grabbed a marker and scribbled three things on my wall:
- Fear Factor: Do teams actually change plans just for this guy?
- Strike Rate: Gotta be bonkers high, like 160+ or don’t bother.
- Impact Moments: Those clutch innings where they win hopeless games solo.
The Spreadsheet Struggle
Opened Excel—hate that thing—and tried sorting players by strike rate. But Rohit Sharma’s stats looked average until I remembered his finals knocks. So I made two columns: “Numbers” and “Oh Sht Moments.” Russell dominated both. That dude’s a walking explosion.
Spent an hour arguing with myself over Pant. Insane talent, but injuries messed up his consistency. Finally slapped him at #10 ’cause when he’s on, he murders spin. No mercy.
Predictable Meltdowns
Middle order was chaos. SKY versus Pooran? SKY’s technique is silkier, but Pooran’s sixes look like CGI. Rewatched his 40-ball century highlights. Twice. Gave Pooran #7 just ’cause my jaw dropped harder. Totally unscientific, but whatever.
Then Buttler happened. His 2022 season haunts bowlers. Typed “#1” beside his name… then deleted it. Kohli’s 2024 chase masterclass flashed in my head. Screamed into a pillow. This sht’s harder than I thought.
Final Countdown Drama
After six coffee cups, my top 5 looked like:
- Russell (obviously)
- Kohli
- Buttler
- Rinku Singh (that 5-sixes over sealed it)
- SKY
Felt dirty dropping Gill out of top 5. Dude’s elegant as hell, but “dangerous”? More like “annoyingly good.” Had to bench him at #6.
Printed the list, taped it to my fridge. My neighbor came over, saw Travis Head at #9, and yelled, “He nearly won a World Cup final alone, you idiot!” Fair point. Moved him up to #8. These lists exist to be roasted anyway.
