There’s still a few days to be crossed off the calendar but we’ll go out on a limb here and suggest that the first September in living memory without a pair of All-Ireland men’s senior finals at its core will come and go without the sky falling in and the very fabric of the GAA having been ripped asunder.
Long before its conclusion, the 2018 football championship had assumed all the air and feel of a national league coming to its customary mild conclusion. Yeah, yeah ,yeah, yeah, OK, so such-and-such won it, fair play to them, but cut to the chase — how will they get on in the forthcoming championship?
A bronze statue stands to Mick O’Dwyer in his native Waterville in south Kerry. Earlier this year RTÉ aired a documentary on his life. And now the famous football manager will be honoured with a civic reception by councillors and officials in Tralee.
As the familiar scene played out – Stephen Cluxton and the Dubs going up the steps of the Hogan Stand while below on the field Mayo men gazed disbelievingly once again into the distance – neutrals above in the press box struggled to catch their breath and process just what they had witnessed.
“ . . . one vast impacted havoc which the years accrete And slowly heave up, fused and wrecked . . .” Maybe we should get Stephen Edgar to write about Cork hurling, though the first thing to realise about Cork hurling is that the whole problem can’t be taken in at one glance.
False modesty may be something Jim Gavin can occasionally leave himself open to being accused of, but no such thing is at play when he insists that Kevin Heffernan’s team of the 70s will always hold pride of place in the Dublin football pantheon.
In an industry struggling to reinvent itself, the freelance photographer gets squeezed more than most. All the more so, when it’s a sports-specific effort, like Healy Racing in Listowel. As the local September festival kicks off this weekend, Pat Healy reflects on the trade, characters, and moments he’ll remember — and the ones he can’t forget.
It was a gentleman by the name of HL Mencken, a 20th century American journalist, satirist and commentator known as ‘The Sage of Baltimore’, who once declared that he hated all sports “as rabidly as a person who likes sports hates common sense”.