Sometimes, I switch on A League of Their Own and leave it on for a few short moments.

On days like this, we must spare a thought for great men like Eddie Butt.

Anticipating the great wave of ennui that would sweep the land following another Kilkenny All-Ireland win, telly chiefs were good enough to distract us with a welter of sporting fare this week, largely uncontaminated by on-field action.

Hendrix opening for The Monkees in ‘67.

Many people were agitated on Wednesday evening, but to many others there was great comfort on offer on RTE 2.

Coe v Ovett. Unless you were hung up on some British class divide thing, or had a bit of a Brideshead Revisited phobia, you had to be a Coe man, didn’t you?

The search for answers in the wake of last Saturday’s high drama has been exhaustive. Yet one likely cause has been overlooked.

“The first weekend. Everyone’s back with big hopes. Big expectations. You go again. So dream big.”

Listening to the Cork lads as the great inquest drags on, more melancholic by the day, you can’t help but feel a small bit sorry for them.

To gauge where cycling is at now, to establish how deep it is in the mire, it may be necessary to hold a stage of the Tour de France in front of a Late Late Show studio audience.