There was something eerily profound, on the busiest Sunday of Gaelic Games so far this year, when every second county ground was alive with the first real pulse of spring, that news broke of the passing of veteran broadcaster Michael Lyster.
It came just as the final round of the National League was getting underway - the kind of afternoon that felt tailor-made for him, the kind he had presided over for decades with a quiet, unshakeable authority.
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