The All-Ireland finals long over. The Rugby World Cup nearly a month away. The Premier League somehow, after two whole weeks, yet to clear its throat and begin disgorging its customary diet of overwrought silliness.
Thus there was nothing for it during the week but to tune into the athletics from Budapest, despite the fact your columnist had – as per more than one jeremiad penned here in the past – long since given up on the sport.
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