A week on from the replay and it’s not getting any easier, is it? Chatting to Rob on the podcast back at the house later on last Saturday evening I said this one had the capacity to rankle and, seven days on, I believe this to be the case even more strongly.
It’s not as if this isn’t a familiar routine by now – it is, by God it sure is – or that I’m unaware there’s nothing that can be done about it. We lost, we live with it, we move on. We go again. I get all that – or at least, in time, I will – but the rawness from this one will take considerable time to subside.
We’ve all had our own ways of getting through the week. Mine has seen continued involvement here – look! I’ve added 2016 to the results archive, making it 114 years of action now preserved for posterity there – coupled with a more or less complete avoidance of anything that’s been written about us elsewhere.
Getting all those links to the match reports for the replay to put into the results archive nearly did for me. If I’d stopped to dip into the other stuff – the unwanted analysis about why we lost and the fawning, hagiographic slobbering over the Dubs – it would certainly have tipped me over the edge.
The other thing I’ve done since Saturday is that I’ve largely withdrawn from social media and, a week on, I doubt I’ll be returning anytime soon. By this I mean Twitter – Facebook I’ve long avoided like the plague, only using it to put links there to blog posts and steadfastly refusing to engage otherwise – which I decided not to go near after the game on Saturday evening and which I’ve only sparingly glanced at since.
It’s been an interesting exercise, not least given how it showed me just how addicted I’d become to my iPhone, constantly checking for updates, for a new hit. Breaking its grip was, in large part, like sundering an other old habit I once had and it was gratifying to see that, like giving up the fags all those years ago (29 next January, to be exact), after 48 hours I was pretty much over the worst.
A week on, I feel quite liberated and my phone doesn’t need quite as much charging as it used to. And I’ve a book half-read – it’s been a while since that happened as well. Plus, for the first time in over three weeks, I got out this morning for a decent spin on the bike. Bloody good it was too.
I’m not, in case you’re wondering, going to become some kind of latter day hermit from here on. I will, however, certainly for the next number of months, live my life more offline than online. I’d say my relationship with Twitter from here on in has been fundamentally altered and will be a good deal more fleeting than heretofore.
Being plugged in here on the site has been great, though, and I’d like to pay tribute to everyone who contributed to the various discussions here over the last week. It’s been shit for all of us – though far worse for the players: Lee’s message the other day all but cleaved my heart in two – but the mixture of regret and analysis and anger and sadness and looking back and looking forward and all the rest that so many have chipped in on has been uplifting and more than a little therapeutic.
It’s been a long year, in so many ways. We came into it straight from the maelstrom of all that happened this time last year, with the result that the last time there was a proper lull on the site was twelve months prior to that. Mayo GAA and all that happens around it is important for all of us, of course it is, but there are other things in life that are important too. We all deserve a break from it. I need a break from it.
Not a complete one but, for sure, I need to reclaim a good portion of my time for other things. The 2017 NFL doesn’t start for us until 4th February, almost four months hence, and while there’ll be plenty to talk about in the meantime – such as the club action, the U21 pre-season games, the FBD and all that – it’s my firm intention that I’ll be spending far less time on here over that period than I’ve been doing for virtually all of the last twelve months.
This place isn’t going to shut down for the off-season but it’s not going to be as active, certainly from my side of the house, for the next while. As the old cliché goes – and it’s true – time is a healer and we now need that passage of time to work its magic. Once Monaghan roll into MacHale Park at the start of February next year I’m sure the rawness will have dulled and we’ll all be ready to contemplate another year’s action.
But not now, not yet.