Olympic Fiction More Craic Than Fact
Talking Balls Comments
TSM said our article had nice prose but lacked substance. One of the reasons Talking Balls is with us is to explore the wider limits of the GAA. If you want substance, read Eugene McGee or Liam Hayes; if you want good sports writing read Paddy Heaney or Tom Humphries. If you want to read nonsense full of ‘I seens, we dones, and obviously the lads done wells,’ then read your local paper where every memorial notice and advertisement is fertile ground for a typo or other blunder. If you want to Talk Balls, we’re the men!
Talking Balls is here to explore the sorts of issues that cause endless debate round about 11.47pm on a Friday, Saturday or Sunday night or three o’clock the following morning. We will be heading to Dublin for the All Ireland Final with our ear cocked and pencil at the ready to harvest a whole new batch on nonsense for future columns.
Oh, any back to piece on the Olympics. We expressed the sentiment in the way only we can. Others like Mickey Harte have called for gaelic games in the Olympic before. They’re better than most the tripe we watched. But that’s for the likes of the boul Nickey B to take on board, instead of pursuing his Australian dream and another unnecessary jolly down under.
As for our prose, you may have seen Talking Balls in the programmes in Croke Park and further afield. If GAA does ever make it to the Olympics, we’ll be there. Fact is stranger than fiction.
