Having a Dickins of a time in Tipp

IMPLACABLE November, an exaggeration?

Slightly. Maybe. But rolling into Thurles for a Munster championship game in the middle of June and you expect sunshine. That’s non-negotiable, surely.

Clouds and rain above were uncanny and slightly disconcerting, like having a green sky overhead, or bright blue grass underfoot. We’d have written a letter to complain, but what would be the forwarding address? It was a handy challenge to search the memory for previous sodden Munster championship outings: doubtless a couple of the Limerick selectors could have recalled a wet, wet day in 1994, back home in the Gaelic Grounds, when one of them, Pat Heffernan, goaled with one of the great overhead flicks.