Dark forces waged against Premier and me dispelled!
No desire to add to the superlatives after Tipperary’s wonderful double-All-Ireland day yesterday. I’m from Tipp but didn’t go yesterday because, to be honest, I could not stomach the idea of standing outside Gills afterwards yet again nursing a pint and a grievance. Surrounded by magnanimous, but smug Kilkenny friends, gorging routinely on success.
It had got to the stage where logically, I knew Kilkenny were winning because they were the better side, and had the better manager — the best ever — but in the deeper recesses of my psyche, it all seemed to point towards some kind of curse, or existential injustice. Fair play seemed to have left the building and didn’t look like showing up any time soon. I don’t believe in God or any of that, but yet it felt as if if some dark force was operating against, if not my county, then against me. It felt personal.
It’s good to get that weight off our (my) shoulders and out of my brain and I will be able to go to the next episode in this saga – at whatever stage it takes place – and be ready to treat success or defeat with something approaching equanimity. I will still be pissed off if we lose, mind.