Life And Sport From An Armchair View
There's a scene in an episode of The Simpsons in which Homer thinks he has just died. On his way in the gates of Heaven he encounters Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin and Sammy Davis Jnr. Typical Homer, he barges past the triumvirate of musical greats and is quickly chided by the brash Martin for doing... Continue Reading →
Mayo's Lee Keegan bowing out of inter county fare could hardly be classified as a shock. Especially as it was signposted on this site nearly a month ago. It was, however, sadly in keeping with modern trends of county players retiring too young. The Westport clubman being only 33. Thankfully, there will always be those... Continue Reading →
If it was scripted, it would be the perfect ending for either a western or a romantic drama. One battle-scarred warrior unbuckles his holster and throws away his ammunition. Then comes the seemingly interminable tension-filled pause in anticipation of what the old adversary crouched behind the wall at the other end of the pass will... Continue Reading →
In the life of this writer, 1991 was a strange, upsetting year. Yes I was only 10 but even then it was clear that what to many or most would be rudimentry goings on had a deep and lasting emotional impact on yours truly. Mind you, they had enough bloody practice that year. This corner's... Continue Reading →
Tyrone...2-14 Mayo...0-15 Whom the Gods wish to destroy, they first make mad. When Ryan O'Donoghue snatched at a handy point chance and then skewed a penalty wide minutes later, that old, terribly familiar black cloud must have loomed large on the green and red horizon once again. As with the Meath ladies just shy of... Continue Reading →
Mayo... 0-17 Dublin... 0-14 (aet) It had to happen sometime. They were always the most likely ones to do it too. And for very personal reasons in this seat, gut feeling in the lead up was that today might be the day. All eras must end. AP McCoy eventually hung up the saddle, Sir Alex... Continue Reading →
"There won't be a cow milked in Clare for a week" is surely one of the most famous lines ever uttered during a sports commentayy in this country. So much so that it is regularly trotted out in the most ill-fitting of scenarios going. The quip has aged much better than he who spoke the... Continue Reading →