For purposes of illustration, I delve back into the chapter of my life working in the Dáil.

Perhaps the odd Aberavon player looked up last Saturday from the on-field combat in O’Dowd Park and thought he was back in Wales.

True confession: your columnist had forgotten all about Ireland playing Germany until I stumbled across the post-match analysis on Friday night’s television.

The end of an inter-county season usually brings with it reflection and peace.

Coveted like a neighbour's wife, the Michael Moynihan End of Hurling Season Awards are back for 2012.

It’s about that time. Again.

In the last 10 minutes of yesterday’s All-Ireland final replay, Henry Shefflin went into the corner.

The desserts were being served in Langton’s of Kilkenny last week when your columnist got the nudge from a reporter from another newspaper.

If the late David Foster Wallace had been interested in hurling, instead of being some class of tennis fan who preferred to write about Roger Federer, he might have found his ideal subject yesterday in Croke Park.

Forget about that last pointed free for a few minutes.