Colin Sheridan: GAA learning that silence not always golden

This was one of those debacles which, by the Monday after the game, was upgraded to a fiasco, in large part because of the oxygen the GAA allowed it

FINALLY: A Kilmacud Crokes congratulations poster is seen on the outside the club in Stillorgan, Dublin. Pic: David Fitzgerald/Sportsfile

That, my friends, was a tough week. It began with the GAA - the cultural North Star we faithfully follow like Levantine shepherds - choosing to conduct their family business the same way all Irish families used to - by picking up their Sunday paper and calmly walking down to the toilet, leaving in their wake two bereft offspring in Glen and Kilmacud, united only in their acute disbelief at their parents' inability to process what they’d just told them.

There was no strategy too grand for HQ not to communicate, no question too obvious for them to act annoyed and uncomfortable about. This was the equivalent of the adult son telling Croke Park that he’s gay in the pub the night before, and then Croke Park choosing not to address it at breakfast. Choosing not to address it at all, actually. Choosing to drop them to the bus the following evening, continuing like nothing was ever said.