It’s the morning after – I couldn’t sleep and have just seen the dawning of what promises to be another fabulous day weather-wise – on a day where we all have to start accommodating into our minds the reality of another crushing All-Ireland final defeat, all the more crushing because we know we left it after us. We’re all well versed in this process by now and, painful as it all is, it’s a familiar routine we must now start to put ourselves through once more.
I’m not even going to look at the papers today – my own routine on the day after involves a fair bit of blocking out and outright denial – and I doubt if many of you will be up for this particular kind of pain either. I’d say most of the accounts written about yesterday will struggle to explain the day in any coherent manner from our point of view – there are only so many clichés in the book – and they’re best left unread.
Forgotten, of course, in all this wall of sorrow are our mighty minors who must feel like a winning Lotto syndicate at a wake (if that’s not too tortured an analogy). They shouldn’t be forgotten, of course, and as the pain of the seniors’ loss starts to subside – which it should do by around Christmas – then yesterday’s uplifting seventh Tom Markham Cup success for us will grow in significance.
The minors’ victory also means that this evening’s official homecoming – full details of which are here – won’t be one of undiluted gloom and the kind weather as well as the silverware should draw a decent crowd to MacHale Park for the event. I’m not travelling west myself today (that’s part of the denial process and I’ll also be steering well clear of any of the Dub celebrations up here later on) but hopefully those of you located nearer to base will be there in numbers to welcome our young heroes home and to commiserate with our heartbroken senior lads.