Life And Sport From An Armchair View
Even from the time of my school days, which is not all that long ago, how we ingest the daily news has altered seismically. Where once the day commenced with David Hanley on Morning Ireland and Gay Byrne followed, now a tap of a phone – even a dinosaur model of same – or comparable... Continue Reading →
#Rugby #Racing Last March sent a sporting curve ball which life can often summon spinning this way. Parochial, tribal tendencies are the fabric of what stitches the GAA together. For those of us exposed to the association at a young age, its influence can be all consuming. Some might say to the point of addiction.... Continue Reading →
“My father he gave me the love of it all, when he guided my arms to strike that first ball. A hurley, a football it’s the same thing to me. It’s playing the game that matters, you see”. Those couple of lines are from the GAA incarnation of The Beautiful Game. They surely could be... Continue Reading →
At the time St Peter’s Dunboyne defeated Moynalvey in their first outing in the county’s premier football competition since the 1950s (1993), the vanquished had been in the top rank for the majority of my lifetime. In the intervening years, though, the club’s form has oscillated quite a bit. And, during some of the time... Continue Reading →
In times of greatest strife, the greatest buffers against ill winds have always come via sport and farming. And, in the course of the one week lately, quantities of resilience were tested to the end of elastic point. Owing to a trying shift in personal circumstances and, equally as profoundly, the almost indescribable grief and... Continue Reading →
#RUGBY As you get older, naturally the number of significant happenings easily recalled grows. In one sense at least. A year can make an awful difference too. For example, exceptional clarity remains pertaining to Meath’s annexation of the #SamMaguire Cup in 1987. Contrast that with the reality that all that can be remembered of the... Continue Reading →
In recent times, much merited positivity has reverberated regarding Irish sport – thanks to the considerable achievement of Martin O’Neill and Roy Keane in navigating our soccer team to Euro 2016, our golfers continuing to perform admirably around the globe. Consider, too, the fact that Katie Taylor this year had to face Shauna O’Keefe to... Continue Reading →
There was something highly significant in #Ma’aNonu and #NeheMilner-Skudder and #BeaudenBarrett being #NewZealand’s try scorers in the World Cup final. The baton was being seamlessly, almost subliminally, transferred. Thus, the tournament reached what was the perceived inevitable outcome. But in this story, the middle was perhaps as telling as the end. I’ve admitted here before... Continue Reading →
Dealing with certain aspects of the hand which life dealt from the pack causes an indescribable amount of angst. So indescribable, in fact, that in terms of comment thereon, the area tends to avoided. In terms of dealing with such circumstances, some years back, what’s now considered a blessing was arrived at when the concept... Continue Reading →
Evolution is defined thus in the dictionary: Growth, development, progression. It is something which transcends all aspects of life, sporting and otherwise. Furthermore, given how sport is so intrinsically woven into the fabric of the lives of so many, it’s not a bad spot to start when assessing the rather astounding changes – within sport... Continue Reading →