If Dublin's footballing class is unquestionable, the lack of broader meaning that accompanies their victories is just as irrefutable

For a sports-mad city and a hurling mad county, 45 years is worthy of the famine label, whatever the discipline

Mayo. Seriously, thanks lads. As if the year hadn’t been going bad enough; Brexit, Covid-19, Maradona’s passing, the dirt on Emily Blunt’s face in the Wild Mountain Thyme trailer, and now, this; back in an All-Ireland final

On Saturday night, as the fog hung over Croke Park like a soft blanket, Kilkenny simply got out-stoic’d by Waterford

Argentina's achievements have made a mockery of the IRFU’s ‘vision’, especially in the broader context of the comparative poverty of the Argentinian RFU

Last week, Mickey Harte didn’t so much drop the mic, as leave the stage and carefully pack it away

It’s ironic that, for a tournament viewed by many as the personification of the exclusionary elitism of white America, the Masters has long been the most accessible and attractive to non-golf fans this side of the pond