The lack of football was welcome yesterday, scary today. But the pause between rounds gave us a chance to step briefly back into reality. I had completely forgotten, for instance, that the GAA was holding its championship this summer. Dublin football. What the fuck.
It was also a chance to look back on some Apres Match skits. We're still very disappointed that there's been no Miriam yet, but the imitation of Con Murphy nearly suffices. Murphy may be a nice chap, but whether on radio or on TV, he always manages to project the vibe of the arid, braindead, Montrose lifer happy to wing it and fill in for Crime Call when duty requires it. Not every RTE pundit need be Nietzsche, but even Tracy Piggot is capable of pathos. This impression couldn't be more spot-on.