Joyce’s GAA requires closer inspection

HAPPY new year to all readers, and fear not.

I will not be inflicting my “wishes for 2012” on you, nor my “problems which simply must be addressed this year”. Nor will I be invoking any odd sporting connections between this particular year and the lost predictions of the Mayans about a forthcoming apocalypse (next week, maybe).

I do want to send particular good wishes, though, to the man who texted to say he’d lost all respect for me after I wrote a podium piece in last Saturday’s paper explaining why Cork was the nation’s sporting capital (you respected me? Me? Respect?).