It’s nearly upon us. The start of yet another championship campaign and all that’s currently unknowable about it set to be revealed, episode by episode, for as long as we’re involved in it.
It’s the same every summer but in recent years we’ve become accustomed to our county being one of the central characters in the championship’s main plot-line, in the thick of the action all the way to the bitter end. While we’ve yet to experience the desired for happy ending we can’t complain about the great times we’ve got to enjoy along the way.
Tomorrow it begins all over again. Right back at the start, with no guarantees about how this one will play out for us and with the toughest of opening tests facing us.
The day before big games I’ve usually gone far beyond taking in any of the coverage that’s available about what’s to come. By this stage I find that it’s too late for words – the stuff I scribble here is little more than a kind of therapy – with thoughts instead turning to the practicalities of the day ahead.
Such as – where’s my retro jersey? It only comes out for championship matches and so I need to locate it before the day is out. Ditto the flags. Don’t forget to print the ticket. What time should we leave the house tomorrow? Where should we get the spuds on the way? Stuff like that.
The one bit of coverage today that I did look at and which is worth reading is a piece in The 42 by Fintan O’Toole (here) about the late David Gavin from Breaffy. At times like this, when many of us can think about little else but the big game, it’s worth bearing in mind what’s really important in this life.
Right, now for those practicalities. Back with some final pre-match thoughts tomorrow.