The Day of Reckoning
Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2005 3:28 pm
Lurkers, posters, accidental stumblers, and above all, Biffs, lend me your ears!
The day is upon us. This sunday, 15 men of the true faith will take on 15 infidels from the wastelands to the north, and fight to restore all that is good and proper in the world, to restore the earth onto it's axis, as it were.
We are privileged to come from the greatest county in Ireland, but not all of us were blessed with the skills and talents of those who will wear the jerseys on Sunday. But for those of a more heavy stomach, those of a leaden foot, those for whom the two white posts were always as elusive as the proverbial greased pig, there is still the role to play.
We say to you, come one, come all. The Shark will be there on Sunday, on the grass hill of course, and it is up to all to exhort everyone you know to come out, stand with us and damage their lungs irreperably. We have the fire, we have the motive, we only need the tools to execute. This Sunday is a chance to show the world the abomination and fluke that was the result last May. (I'm aware it was a draw, but the day I accord a Westmeath team even parity of esteem is the day I happily sign away my sanity and accept that a nice room with padded walls is the only place for me)
Remember your enemy. Think all those nights listening to the nonsense in Bozo's/Silvers/wherever. Think Rory O'Connell phlegming and kicking, and then going to court to clear himself. Think of listening to their delusions of adequacy. Think what might have been if you were only born a few miles to the north.
To everyone you meet, repeat this mantra: Your county needs you - we need you - follow the shark, and let the world know that the spirit of Biff will never die.
See you Sunday folks.
The day is upon us. This sunday, 15 men of the true faith will take on 15 infidels from the wastelands to the north, and fight to restore all that is good and proper in the world, to restore the earth onto it's axis, as it were.
We are privileged to come from the greatest county in Ireland, but not all of us were blessed with the skills and talents of those who will wear the jerseys on Sunday. But for those of a more heavy stomach, those of a leaden foot, those for whom the two white posts were always as elusive as the proverbial greased pig, there is still the role to play.
We say to you, come one, come all. The Shark will be there on Sunday, on the grass hill of course, and it is up to all to exhort everyone you know to come out, stand with us and damage their lungs irreperably. We have the fire, we have the motive, we only need the tools to execute. This Sunday is a chance to show the world the abomination and fluke that was the result last May. (I'm aware it was a draw, but the day I accord a Westmeath team even parity of esteem is the day I happily sign away my sanity and accept that a nice room with padded walls is the only place for me)
Remember your enemy. Think all those nights listening to the nonsense in Bozo's/Silvers/wherever. Think Rory O'Connell phlegming and kicking, and then going to court to clear himself. Think of listening to their delusions of adequacy. Think what might have been if you were only born a few miles to the north.
To everyone you meet, repeat this mantra: Your county needs you - we need you - follow the shark, and let the world know that the spirit of Biff will never die.
See you Sunday folks.
