Grand Slam, snow jam, and a prayer that always catches me

Sometimes when you have to cope with the first world problems we deal with these days, you forget how lucky we are. 

All sorts of first world problems, for example, got in the way of this column this past weekend. Tension, anxiety, relief, technology, weather. But nothing that really mattered.

We gathered in Shillelagh for the match — the missus and me, my brother Hugo and his wife Joan, Vicky and Tony and three of our grandchildren.