You know what the worst thing about having four days off in a row is? Yup, that’s right, it is the coming back to work. Having that Sunday evening feeling on a Tues. But, on the other hand, I do only have three days of this working week left, so that’s nice.
While I was home I went off to watch brothers #4 & #5 play hurling. Well, #5 wasn’t supposed to play as he’d already played a senior football that morning, and would be playing another the next day, and the hurling was a league match and not all that important. But he ended up playing half the match.
But Sligo isn’t exactly known for its hurling ability And the local area isn’t among the top flight even in Sligo, but the team they were playing is. When we arived at the pitch, after around 30 minutes drive, there were the two teams. The ref. Brother #5 had been asked to be linesman, as he wasn’t supposed to play. And a crowd of, oh, 4. All mothers. All from our side, despite it being an away match.
A loss was expected. And a loss what what we got. 5-20 to 3-12. Maybe. I’m making this score up because by the end no one knew what it was. Even before half-time we had to shout and ask the ref what the score was.
Still, all of our team had to wear helmets, which means that they were all under 21, while the other team were tossing their helmets aside 5 minutes into the game cause of the heat. And I think they may even have won the second half. Which, of course means that they were really well beaten in the first half.
In other news, there is none.