Davy Fitzgerald departed the intercounty scene last week, as you probably heard. Some of the Clare players had indicated their lack of confidence in the manager and within days he was gone.

You may have seen it, you may not have, depending on your familiarity with Facebook, the website set up, according to Hollywood, to get back at a girl who dumped a nerd at Harvard.

You know the drill. The music cranks up, you shake off the rust from your joints and you climb to your feet.

Michael Moynihan has been in touch with PwC and collected the envelope. Opening it and seeing the bribe was not as big as expected, he decided to just release his much-anticipated End of Season awards, now known by absolutely nobody as the Moynies.

Enjoying a new book from Anna Kessel at the moment, Eat Sweat Play: How Sport Can Change Our Lives, which examines, broadly speaking, how women can reclaim sport. As a sample, take this for a chapter title — What does a woman’s voice in sport sound like? (And when can we stop pretending to be blokes?)

Last Saturday, I was in Waterford watching some games in the Tony Forristal tournament: under-14 intercounty hurling.

There’s been a sharp reaction to some of the commentary on the Olympic Games in Rio, and I don’t mean the astonishment that people from Skibbereen speak like people... from Skibbereen.