The All-Ireland is won and July is barely done. All is well in the kingdom. One prankster paraphrased Marty Morrissey when he said: “Not a child will be washed or a tourist milked in Kerry this week.”
The couple who have been at war all summer are now happy. They said that after watching the Kerry and Galway rerun TV show, their wedding video was watched for the first time in eight years. They did the first dance and the husband said to me, “I feel like falling in love with my own wife.” Later that night – and I’m only guessing here – there was certainly a honeymoon replay.
Yes, God is in His heaven and natural order is restored. This is the power of football in our district.
The new generation of Kerry devotees has taken over and happily and madly follows their predecessors. The scene in front of the palace was one of rejoicing and celebration. So many young people have missed the rites of passage that define us. Now they are catching up in a big way.
The Palace is where Kerry folks go to the après match, and also before it to calm nerves and look for tickets. You will always be looked after at the palace.
Galway joined us after the game. The tribesmen encountered the kingdom. There was no crossword puzzle. Galway was proud of its team. Their star striker, Shane Walsh, delivered a shooting performance second only to Kerry’s David Clifford. Galway will win Sam shortly.
The new grandson, young Billy McMeel, was four days old at season time. He brought us luck. Kerry has not lost an All-Ireland since Billy was born.
He’s a handsome little boy, as you might expect. Billy was born in Dublin but he is helicoptered to Listowel for U10 training. By then I will certainly have made my fortune. Listowel Emmets will build a helipad for Billy and his brother Ben.
Can you imagine your grandfather’s condition when the two boys play for Dublin? And what if they beat Kerry in an All-Ireland final?
I will resist any competing offer from JP McManus to sign her for Limerick, her father’s home county. The common denominator is Munster for rugby. All is well and the planning continues.
Laura recovers. She loves Ben and Billy who will surely start an ice cream brand. Laura’s husband, Stephen, is a lot better than we were back when a few men weren’t able to handle it. I heard from a nurse that a father took the child to the emergency room for a diaper change.
There are moments in time that you never forget. One was when the good news came from Laura. The other was at the Cusack stand. Savory Jerry Grogan has been the announcer at Croke Park since the days when the pig bladder game was played and every man wore a cap.
I hugged my son John and his girlfriend Eimear in Croke Park while DJ Jerry was playing The Rose of Tralee and A poc ar buile. It made me hug my own dad again after Kerry won in 1975. Back then, it was only considered male to cry when Kerry was victorious or when a certain part of the anatomy was stuck in a zipper.
Different days. Men open up more. Today tears are considered strength.
At tea-time on Sunday, axes were buried and scythes put out of service.
When distributing tickets, neighbors are often placed next to each other. I’ve heard stories of club secretaries sifting through applications and strategically placing sworn enemies as far apart as possible. This plan has been used by wedding planners for years to separate warring factions within the same family.
It turned out that two deadly enemies sat side by side at the Lower Hogan. The two men had fallen out over who owned a tree that nature herself had planted in the middle of a border ditch.
A man said the apples that fell from the tree into the adjacent field were his. The neighbor claimed he owned all the apples as the tree was mostly on his side of the ditch.
I wouldn’t mind, but people in these areas say the apples are brittle and bitter. A bite of cake would turn the Mona Lisa’s smile into a sour grimace.
I am told the two men kissed and hugged at the final whistle. It was a moment like the armistice in no man’s land on Christmas Day 1914 when the warring parties in World War I laid down their arms to play a game of football. Insiders say the fall truce will be fragile enough when the crab apples are shaken off the tree by the first storms of the autumn equinox.
Maybe they went for a drink when the cup brought 30,000 to the streets of Tralee. Those families who could not afford to go to Dublin or otherwise could not make it came to the homecomings in Tralee and Killarney.
The children were dressed in green and gold. Happiness stays forever, as do the memories of great days.
One mother told me that she washes the children’s Kerry jerseys every night and lets them dry in time for the next morning. The jerseys may seem expensive, but they are worn every day and there is no need to buy more clothes.
Our women’s team plays All Ireland champions Meath in the final tomorrow. Good luck and hopefully we can pull off the double. God be with you Kerry.
Now for more good news. Some of my colleagues from the pub business here in Listowel have arranged a great music festival. Liam Canty from the famous Shebeen Pub will also be selling tickets over the counter. Call to Liam – it’s a concert in itself.
What a lineup. I am so proud of my homeland. We are a party town. The festival takes place in the open air on the square, which is a natural amphitheater.
Revival was closed for three years, and now it’s catching up in earnest.
The Listowel Races and Harvest Festival takes place from September 18th to 24th. These two major events will help keep business going and create jobs. But most of all we will sing and dance together. Nothing can stop us now.
For details of Revival performances, visit revivalfestival.ie
https://www.independent.ie/opinion/comment/deadly-enemies-are-best-pals-and-men-are-falling-in-love-with-their-wives-all-is-well-in-the-kingdom-of-kerry-41878144.html Deadly enemies are best friends and men fall in love with their wives – all is well in the Kingdom of Kerry