Build up definitely seems a bit muted this year. Think our not playing Mayo or Kerry has a lot to do with it. I miss them the way I do the puss filled boil on my arse, acquired from an improperly placed saddle during riding lessons. You can’t help feel it when it’s there, but you don’t mourn its absence, when it’s gone. The non stop drama & media arse licking (especially surrounding Mayo, sorry @mayoman ) was becoming increasingly toxic & repetitive.
Don’t have many build up rituals, other than going to see the aul fellas grave in Glasnevin. It’s usually his birthday the week of the final & it’s nice to have him be a part of it all. Will deffo watch Up For The Match, if only to critique Grainne’s fashion choices that always make her hips look chunky. Seriously. Whassup w’dat?
Have some cousins up from Limerick at the weekend. Am looking forward to doing the town with them & enjoying the craic, without caring who wins on Sunday. I can’t really enjoy the 24 hrs before the football final. Too nervous. I don’t drink anymore, so self medicating is not an option. So it’s a quiet night in, with lots of chocolate biscuits & trying not to be ratty to people here, as the clock ticks ever closer to 3.30 on Sunday afternoon.
I live by the sea & have a gorgeous view out over Dublin Bay. On match day, my last act before jumping on the 31 bus to Faiview Park, is to look out over Dublin Bay, Howth to my left, Dun Laoghaire to my right, Sugarloaf standing guard off in the distance & thank the Lord for being born in the greatest city on earth. Oh and not having chunky hips.
Up the Bleedin’ Dubs !!!