I've always battled against the ideals and requirements of the G.A.A. I never had a problem with the ideas of friendship, community and togetherness. It was the hidden agendas that I fought. The coaches who played the local lads; the local lads who thought they were kings because their father was a coach; the referees … Continue reading How Cian Got His Groove Back
You meet a whole array of characters over Christmas, and none more annoying and amusing as your resident crank, Barry. He filled me in on his typical Christmas at home by the Lee. Me: Well, Barry, what's the craic? How was your Christmas? Barry: Alrite kid! How are you bai? Haven't seen you in a … Continue reading Barry’s Rants – Christmas
It has been 375 days since I've last been in Cork. A year and ten days. Prior to this, the longest I had stayed away from the Rebel County was for four months when I studied in New Paltz, upstate New York. I was home that Christmas and didn't really miss it as I was … Continue reading On the Banks of My Own Lovely Lee
