I feel this kid’s pain. My parents divorced when I was three years old. We lived in Alabama and- after the divorce- my mom took me and moved back to Texas where she was from. Growing up, it always sucked flying back and forth summers and Christmases. At 12, I moved back to Alabama to live with my dad. Lived there a… Read more
I used to do some family law but after I year I swore off on it, and since then practiced criminal law exclusively. Read more
Dave! Read more
Irish here, I really enjoyed the article, I think you captured the atmosphere the game creates well. The one thing I loved the most about Hurling growing up is the club level rivalry between parishes. I don’t think that any other sport could produce that intensity of passion at such a small level. Local club games in… Read more
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Jaysus, what a game! Read more
Up to the minute commentary is brilliant. And yes, he’s still playing.
An old flame of mine is back in her home country of Ireland now. Her and all her countymates in Waterford are going ballistic over making the All Ireland, so up the deise! Whatever the fuck that means. I’ll be trying to tune into the game myself, but not sure of my luck here in Australia Read more
Hurling is goddamn joy to watch. And as a red-blooded American who grew up playing organized baseball for years, you’d think that hitting the damn ball with a hurley would be pretty easy. Not so! When I visited the GAA museum years ago, they had a kind of batting cage (really just a netted off area where you could try… Read more
Oh and go Tipperary! Read more
I spent a few years in Ireland growing up (ages 10 & 11). I will say without hesitation that Hurling and Gaelic Football are the most fun and whacky sports out there. Read more
I joined a hurling club in Minneapolis. I quit after three weeks of matches because I am a huge pussy. Read more
I went down a Hurling rabbit hole about a year ago and watched all of the finals matches of the last few years. I got to know some of the players and got to the point where, much to the annoyance of my girlfriend, I’d say stuff like “What a cracker!” while watching the matches. Read more
I played rugby for well over a decade, and whenever someone would say I’m crazy for playing, I’d usually respond with “it’s rugby, not hurling. Those hurling fuckers are crazy.” Read more
I remember back around 2002 my college roommates and I were flipping through the channels when we came upon a hurling match. We had never seen anything like it but instantly loved it. This was before YouTube and every other great source the internet now provides to research anything. Unfortunately as we could never… Read more
The following is a true story. All of it. I hesitate telling it only because quite a few people have heard it and I run the risk of revealing IheartTurdFerguson’s identity. But Hurling plays a part of the story so here it is: Read more
I was in Dublin many years ago (15?), and the four of us in the group decided to go catch a hurling match at Croke Park on the Sunday we arrived. Not having tickets, or a clue as to what we were doing, we jumped in a cab and asked the cabby to take us to the box office. “Box office?!”, he said incredulously, but… Read more
Real talk, that looks fun as hell. Read more