THROUGHOUT last week, I was never out and about as much. Unfortunately I was at four funerals and one wedding — the opposite of the famous movie.
The funerals were sad occasions, the wedding being at the opposite end of the spectrum in terms of joy. And yet, no matter where I turned, no matter who I met, all anybody wanted to talk about was hurling, especially the Cork-Clare match.
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