Colin Sheridan: Don’t tell me an Israeli sports ban is impossible

This week then, as you pick your kid up from summer camp, be thankful that the skies they play under are empty, save for the grey clouds we so regularly lament.

DIFFICULT SCENES: Palestinians inspect the damage at a site hit by an Israeli bombardment on Khan Younis, southern Gaza Strip. Picture: AP Photo/Jehad Alshrafi

Ah, what a weekend of sport it was. From Rhashidat Adeleke’s Diamond League win in Monaco, to last gasp drop-goals in Durban, to a gripping endgame in Croke Park, it was one of those weekends you didn’t have to leave the couch and yet you could feel utterly inspired by example after example of the transformative effect of sport can sometimes have on our psychosis. How happy it makes us. How distracted. How alive.

But seriously, no. I can't do it. Not this Monday. I can't write a back page about sport when I watched, as many of you have, a crowd of human beings play football on a pitch moments before it was bombed. Seconds before death fell from the sky. You thought this was going to be a column about the potential pain of Galway winning an All Ireland or England and the Euros? I'd say I'm sorry. But I'm not. If you want a guilt free ride through your Monday morning, go read the New York Times.