Match Day 2, on the Octave of Easter...
Match Day 2, on the octave of Easter, opened with dazzling, deep blue skies and radiant sunshine. The azure dome a perfect backdrop for official pictures of all the squads. The sun’s gentle warmth was often whisked away by a chilling breeze, but the glorious day promised for glories sporting. The vaunted brethren of 9 Irish Brothers took to the pitch to redeem themselves after a disastrous, painful opening on Palm Sunday since passed and turn Team Picture Day into Statement Day.Statement noted. In a day of domination reminiscent of sporting beatdowns of yesteryear turned legend, 9 Irish Brothers carried the day. Though not on the bludgeon scale of an Ali asking Patterson “What’s my name?” or the runaway of a Triple Crown-clinching Belmont by Secretariat it was certainly one of which has the team thinking top-of-table thoughts. Had Dick Vitale been calling this game he undoubtedly would have exclaimed, “Are you kidding me? It’s an NC, baby, no contest, it’s a bloodbath, it’s party time at 9 Irish bar! These guys are awesome, baby!” or some such Vitalish rave. The first blade of grass crumbled by the sliotar upon its release from the official’s hand was a small portend of what was to be. Lad and lass alike clad in the checkered Green and Black laid claim to the little white ball in a grip that was smothering and never-ending. Winning free balls sideline to sideline and goal line to goal line. The taste of rawhide was a rare delicacy for the opposition’s hurls as their wood knew only grass and air on this day. Hotel Tango did not provide the partner needed to live up to its name, as everyone knows it takes two. Sunday was a solo dance of death leaving Hotel Tango empty, vacant. Possession of that little spherical object of attention was gained over and over and over again in a maniacal game of keep-away. No ball, no scores. And when one cannot feast on scores, one dies broken and emaciated. Such were the denizens, yea, members of Tango as they scored a mere pittance. All the while 9 Irish steamrolled their way to 17 scores, their checkered flag jerseys waving in the Spring air signifying their place on the top step of this day. Victors. The final score of 6-11:1-2 speaks to it. Let the presence of the Green and Blacks be known league-wide. We are here.