Enda McEvoy: No hint of rust in bodywork of green machine
The forthcoming hurling season will, yet again, take place on terms of Limerick’s choosing. It will, yet again, unfold at their pleasure and at their leisure.
The old one about the daddy sheep and the son sheep. You know how it goes. Just in case you’re a younger newspaper reader, if that isn’t an oxymoron in this day and age, here’s how.
The pair of them are on top of a hill looking down at a flock of, um, girl sheep. Son: “Oooh Dad, look! Let’s run down and make love [or a word to that effect] to one of ‘em!”
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