Páirc life — the alternate ending

A joyous red tide of humanity on the pitch afterwards, the skirl of the bagpipes, the Bould Thady Quill rambling and roving and the silverware being hoisted by — naturally — the home captain.

There was never going to be any other kind of sendoff for Páirc Uí Chaoimh, was there? Just for the sake of argument, though, let’s imagine there was.

Let’s imagine that the game-breaking first goal went Limerick’s way, not Cork’s way. A butterfly flaps its wings in Ballintemple and suddenly the dominoes fall in a different direction.