Larry Ryan: Aren't we all just hurlers?
LIFE LESSONS: Eimear Ryan's The Grass Ceiling explores being a woman in sport. Picture: Miki Barlok
We won’t GO there. You’ve probably heard enough about matches not being on television. Of course Cork v Tipp should be enshrined as a human right. There’s even an argument it might be made compulsory viewing, put on some kind of national syllabus. But then the value of everything was thrown up in the air the day it was decided that John Giles had no more to teach us.
As things stand, a wave of half-time adverts for HDMI cables could be the modern answer to liver fluke treatments. But there are other interesting aspects to the current ‘debate’. For instance, when crunch ladies football and camogie matches are shown on the internet, behind a paywall, it tends to be regarded as a sign of tremendous progress. I don’t recall the launch of the LGFA’s streaming bundles coming up in the Dáil. As though blessings should be counted and one might expect to go the extra mile or two to watch women’s sport. And learn how to cast.
