Nasty headache, irritable, bleary eyes, lopsided walk, monotone conversation with my dearest? Sounds like modern day plague. Naw, not really, it’s just the Olympics withdrawal symptoms.
Remarkably as I predicted,
It seems many now hope that proximity to the next games in London 2012 will spur on the Irish to launch an onslaught for the medals. But as one cynical Irish chum half joked, even if the Irish national sports, Gaelic football or hurling (i.e. played nowhere else) became Olympic sports it is likely Australia, whose Aussie Rules is loosely based on the former, would pip poor Ireland to the gold and the US or Canada (where lacrosse with its similarities to hurling is played) would most probably overcome the Irish. What has also been quite galling for the Irish has been the fact the big neighbour next door cant stop gloating about its record Olympic booty!
That Kirsty Is something I tell you!! As ambiguous a position it leaves you in I have to confess that I am loving the(for lack of a MUCH MUCH MUCH BETTER word) conflicting loyalties between rooting for your birth country in its relative Olympic success via the undoubtedly AMAZING Kirsty, compared to your adopted country and its lesser (by a certain degree) success... These conflicts we experience as diasporic citizens are wonderful and bizarre.
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