I am a little late to the Tony Grealish tribute show, but bear with me.

Anyone with an ounce of taste has been reading one American writer in particular for the last couple of years.

As manager to the Munster rugby team, he oversaw the seat-of-the-pants transition from amateurism to the pro era — with all its attendant scrapes and dramas. It was the age of innocence, smiles Jerry Holland, but there were as many guilty as innocent!

When the Clermont front row of internationals gets tired they troop off...to be replaced by another three internationals. Damien Varley engaged with Michael Moynihan yesterday to outline the task facing Munster in the scrum this weekend

I was tempted to follow the two women down the steps and into the tunnel under the Mackey Stand at half-time yesterday, but in the end, I didn’t.

BEYOND the romance, the reality.

During the week I wrote a blog for the paper on the fate of Kevin Ware, the American basketball player who suffered a horrific injury last weekend.

Last week I made a casual reference to ‘the mark’ and the debate at the GAA Congress about this matter.

Ah, the late, late rethink. Bane of the columnist’s life. Last week yours truly had a tasty segment of his column nicely tucked away, simmering like a stew just beginning to brown as the flavours seep through.

Having often stirred up controversy as a fast-talking analyst on The Sunday Game, people thought they knew who Joe Brolly was.