The artist formerly known as Championship Intensity continued its aping of Bob Dylan at Killarney this afternoon: a never-ending tour that offers little entertainment, giving the audience nothing but a reminder of how great a spectacle this once was.
The Munster final between Kerry and Tipperary didn't exactly catch fire, and only went to deepen Joe Brolly's existential exasperation at being forced to watch Gaelic football in the twenty-first century. Exactly how much a non-event the game may have been summarised at half-time by the Sunday Game panel at half-time.
Brolly had said something to make Colm O'Rourke giggle as the cameras started rolling, with Michael Lyster holding his composure admirably. The eruption of laughter at Lyster mentioning that Brolly had been championing the spectacle leads us to think that the laughter stemmed from the quality of the game:
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Half-time proved to be more entertaining than the game itself. Brolly was in great form, chiding O'Rourke as a propagandist for Kerry football:
Colm is like Chemical Ali on the edge of a desert in Baghdad, saying that we are currently crushing the American infidel.
Kerry have cantered to a fourth Munster title, Tipperary shuffle off to the qualifiers.
Watching the GAA football Championships in June and July is beginning to resemble going to mass in your twenties: something you out of a sense of loyalty to the past rather than for enjoyment.
