Mates, dates and some tag rugby too

EVENTUALLY it sank in, the significance of the array of cars parked at the curve of the Ballinlough Road, their tucked-in queue following the line of the footpath so closely.

Either there was somebody extremely popular being waked in the nearby funeral home at the same time every Wednesday evening, the Cork hurlers and footballers were giving away free chocolate cakes to spectators at their training sessions in Páirc Uí Rinn, or something else entirely was going on.

Your columnist’s intrepid investigating skills eventually yielded the truth, once a colleague living nearby was asked. Tag Rugby was drawing them in their hundreds to Templehill, home of Cork Constitution, so nothing would do us only to amble down that direction to see the phenomenon for ourselves.