Well, our little Munster clique (in the midst of Leinster supporters) ran the gamut of emotions on Saturday: 'they-always-take-a-while-to-warm-up' confidence; sympathy at some unlucky bounces; then bewilderment at every play being just a tiny bit off...
Distressing.
Still, there was some great rugby played; bets were won and lost; and consolatory pints were drunk.
Meanwhile in Baltimore, I'm reliably informed by Our Man on the Ground that the 'Lunsters' were painting the village blue. All's quiet again today; the only movement is the Fiddle Fair marquee going up. Which means two whole days of peace & serenity before the next onslaught...
And in other news (although this was an evening thang), this may be how the working week should start. Before you switch tubes, just nip above ground, sing your heart out with 13,500 other people, and you're ready for Monday.
I know I know: it's sponsored, and therefore pretty much an ad, and therefore eeeeevil (sorry Tara, but you know it's true); however, if we all promise that our mobile arrangements remain unaffected, then we could just enjoy the moment without feeling... tainted.
I defy anyone not to smile :-)
2 comments:
There have been slower life boat shouts than the speed with which Jacob's emptied, post match, on Saturday....great pics by the way!
Yeah, the place is still in a bit of a slump about the match. 'Next year...' was the chirpiest comment, but it sounded more like a threat.
And for the photos, we thank the trusty iPhone :-)
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