slam 22 March 2009
My dears, I was a bit overwrought with happiness (I’d also supped a few) by the end of yesterday and also worried about something so I thought I’d give myself a dispensation to blog today rather than last night, when the worry might be sorted (more of that anon). Well, unless you live beyond our galaxy you will have noticed that the Irish won the Grand Slam* yesterday and, yes, our eyes are collectively smiling about that and will do long into the next decade I should think. What a great match it was, too. I thought the Welsh had it and was cursing O’Gara’s miskicks in the first half (which would have left us 6 – 9 points ahead and in a comfort zone, of sorts). Both teams were magnificent and worthy opponents, both hungry for the win, and I never want to have to deal with the tension of that last minute, or indeed last Welsh kick, ever again. 61 years we have waited and now that we have the taste for it I hope it won’t be as long again. I hosted a wee doo at the house for them as wanted to see it on a larger screen (that’s working though, for what it’s worth, the house is not completed yet – builder banished till he has all ready for same and can go at it in one short sharp shock) and that was great fun altogether. Then I showed CASINO ROYALE on blue ray for the 2 locals who were attending.
When they left and I was pottering I turned on the tv again and got stuck into Bernard Dunne’s boxing match – he was making his bid to be World Champion against the reigning champ Cordoba, a Panamanian. I know boxing is not everyone’s cup of tea but I will watch the top notch bouts as they are regulated and, relatively, safe and the opponents usually well matched. Mind you, after Natasha Richardson dying of a blow to the head during the week, I was conflicted about this. Dunne won, fairly comprehensively, knocking Cordoba out at the end of the last round. And that’s when the worry started properly – Cordoba didn’t move for a long time and was stretchered off. However, it was later revealed that dehydration was the cause, no more.
And so, all round a great day for the Irish.
I am hoping my beloved Aston Villa can beat Liverpool later today (soccer, for those of you beyond these isles – the round ball and no use of hands) and will be planted in front of the screen screaming for that – I have contemplated NOT watching it as my nerves are shredded after yesterday but, hey, an old gal’s gotta get a thrill somehow…
*rugby for those who live far, far away from here – the one with the oblong ball and lots of physical contact.
