Pizzas, high jinks, head to heads and destinies decided elsewhere in great weekend of hurling

When I arrived in Pearse Stadium for work with RTÉ yesterday, I’d only had a cup of coffee in my system. I had to be on-site by 10.30am but I was hungry by the time the Tipp-Limerick match started at 2pm.

So when two boxes of pizzas landed in the makeshift studio, I attacked them with the zeal of a ravenous lion ripping through a hunk of fresh meat.