Good Morning Galway All Ireland senior Hurling Final Kilkenny vs. Galway Today! Last time teams met in Croke Park in final in 1979 where Kilkenny were celebrating. This time will Liam Mc’Carthy Cup come home to Galway! We have sourced a typical Mick Dunne commentary on the 1979 All-Ireland Hurling Final between Kilkenny and Galway. In this clip Dunne’s descriptive coverage includes the weather, the slippery ball and the greasy conditions on the pitch and a goal for Kilkenny. Source: RTÉ Archives | Sports | All-Ireland Senior Hurling Final via @RTEArchives @RTEgaa #GAA #Hurling – The CRAIC in Galway – Google+ Source: The CRAIC in Galway – Google+ Advertisements
The Craic in South Galway is the Minions trail from Kinvara to Ballinderreen! Have you seen them yet? Photo by James Hastings
Dan Vavruška #FreeRunner Galway? From Pardubice Czech Republic… Freerunning (or free running) is an acrobatic and athletic discipline founded by Sébastien Foucan, who wrote a book on the subject. Foucan started what he termed “freerunning” in 2003, which he developed as a more inclusive form of parkour. Parkour’s development from military obstacle course training gives it and freerunning some aspects of a non-combative martial art.
Originally posted on Dave Hannigan:
One night last week, I tried to figure out how many matches my mother saw me play as a child. I know it was less than ten. It may even have been fewer than five. There were a couple of street league finals I forced her to turn up to. There was definitely a county juvenile hurling final with St. Finbarr’s where I was, rather embarrassingly, called ashore 20 minutes into the first half (“It just wasn’t your day, love”). There was also an FAI Youths Cup semi-final defeat with Casement Celtic at a drenched Turners Cross (“How did they expect ye to play in that?”)…
A Fat-bike Adventure on the Wild Atlantic Way Words &pictures by William o Connor Baking in the sun outside the ‘Rusty Mackerel’ a picture perfect pub in a forgotten corner of south west Donegal on Ireland’s Wild Atlantic Way, I watch as the owner of the pub spins past on Garry’s fatbike. “I am cruising” he shouts , cigarette in mouth. Sometimes days and experiences come along that you know will last forever. The ones you will try to recreate without success. The owner flies by in the opposite direction ‘Still cruising’ he shouts gleefully, cigarette still in mouth. The pint in front of me is going down easier than the […]