As a result of that upbringing, I can not help but be engaged in Offaly football, what it brings to my life, a sense of being rooted in where I am from, a pride in sharing an upbringing with the men who represent us, who distinctively make us who we are, which is apart from those around us in the midlands, by the landmarks of a boundary or a border and the distinctions of personality too; and from those elsewhere, around the country. We are who we are, which is what? - I don't know, uniquely us; we all know what that is, or we all feel it in our own way, I suppose.
I left Offaly for Dublin in the late 1980s, having plied my trade at junior club football, and occasionally at senior level, but that sense of being a part of Offaly football never left me, and never will. I was at my brother's wedding in London, when the Tommy Lyons' team in the 90s came through to win the Leinster final that Saturday evening, and was in Croke Park for the semi-final against Mayo. That was a moment when something was gained, but also lost - the team did not achieve what it could have.
Anyway, like all of you, we cling to this thing, whatever it is, or it clings to us, something which we hope we earnestly, desperately hope will happen, which will make us feel good about ourselves again, and which we, selfishly, invest in the current crop of players, who try to deliver, decent lads, some with - but most without, I suspect - the baggage I am trying to give expression to here, and which I certainly bring to this; good baggage, at that, great baggage actually.
Without fail, every year, my optimism rises, and without fail every year it is dashed again...last year, against Down, I suspected, or at least hoped, that it was the beginning of something, and then it wasn't. We lost to Tipperary on Sunday, in the league, having again shown something is the games before. From your posts here, lads, I can see you were as disappointed as was I. When it comes down to it, I do not know what my point is, except that I am running out of space here...I just wish things were better with Offaly football. I have wished that for decades (yes, decades) now, and at the moment, in my life, in all of our lives, we not only wish it to be, we need it to be better, desperately so sometimes, I feel, we need it to be better, irrespective of who wears white boots, or who is this, or who did that in the past, or who is committed or who is not. For 10 minutes this year, all I want is a moment when I can say that I am from Offaly and to be proud to say it, preferably in September