Don’t tell us that you didn’t see it coming. The Sky kites have been floating high for quite some time now, going back to Liam O’Neill’s first weekend in office in April 2012.

We’re easily pleased, it seems. Easily blinded too. Give us entertainment and we’ll gladly call it quality.

It hasn’t gone away, you know.

The chill factor in Killarney tomorrow won’t be the western breeze but the cooling of jets.

Elsewhere in these pages today, you’ll read of Dublin GAA’s new car deal.

All in all, Liam O’Neill’s Congress address on Saturday weighed in at 6,649 words.

Bless us, reader, for we have sinned. Again. On Sunday evening coming home from Salthill, we put in a call to a referees’ assessor.

It’s become a custom of the National League’s fixture makers to start the competition with a bang.

We revert once again to our dog-eared Soundings poetry book in a vain attempt to encapsulate Paul Galvin’s retirement.

News that two of the three GAA presidential candidates don’t intend harming a hair on the heads of Gaelic football and hurling will come as welcome relief to many at club level.