My trip to see Tipp
So with honour on the line, I committed to my Committee Room declaration… my trip to Tipp was on!
That said, the opportunity to finally indulge my curiosity and head south to experience a Munster hurling final in the flesh is hardly a penance. So my uncle’s 60th birthday party was cut short on Saturday night in order to ensure optimum match fitness for my long day ahead. You can say all you want about Bertie, but if nothing else he left behind him a fairly decent motorway network, and the drive to Cork was fairly straight forward as we parked up just shortly after three bells, about a 20-minute walk from the ground.
