I went to a cricket match the other day at the super-posh Lord’s stadium. Dress code was jacket and tie. We were in a private box with never-ending catering and arguably the best seats in the stadium.
England was playing India in a multi-day match. The match started but I stayed at the buffet table noshing on finger sandwiches and asking to be filled in on the rules of the game, exactly zero of which I remember.
Twenty minutes later play was stopped for rain.
The heavens duly poured. The pitch was covered to prevent mud (a necessary measure when you play in all-white outfits, to be sure). And catering went into high gear to keep us happy.
Five hours later (I kid you not; thank heavens there was food) play resumed. This time, having learned just how non-weather-tolerant this game is (despite being played in England where it rains approximately all the time!), I paid rapt attention for the remaining 30 minutes of the game.