The memory can play tricks but I am certain I have played Gaelic football in every county in Ireland. The Wexford trip, in the dim and distant past, ranked among the most exotic. I played when Mayo hopped through the divisions fairly liberally. And it helped that the GAA continually shook up the division as though the competition itself was a bag of Lego in the hands of a child: they built it up and broke it down for fun.
Half the time you didn’t know what division you were in. But the league was a kind of an adventure into the unknown in those days. Just bef …
- May 3, 2022
