Sunday, 13 October 2013

And to think I want to leave..

They say being proud of where you come from is one of the most important things you have to have in your life, and I can put my hand up right here and now and say people can't begin to comprehend how much I wish I was in the bracket of people who can say they're proud of where they're from.
 I was!! Don't get me wrong up until I was about fifteen I loved my little small town somewhere in the South East a mixture of Tipperary and Waterford (Just to not upset anyone) but it's when you grow up and open your eyes that reality becomes real and your little special small town isn't as special s once expected.

Walking down the main street there's culture left, right and center beauty everywhere you turn and I can tell you now, you haven't experienced beauty until you walk up farmer Weilens hill in the evening and look down at the town! now there's beauty.. walking up Seskin hill and into the woods finding the fields and feeding the horses leftover carrots but then you grow up and you open your eyes and you see the town for what it really is, a place for children to get drunk with the 100 pubs open, the off licences selling alcohol to underage kids, the drugs and even the disrespect to the elderly and animals it's turned into a place where I'm ashamed to tell people I'm from and the worst part is I can't even say I'm proud to be from here and that's one of the things that hurts the most as in raring kids here... I'd love them too much to put them through it.

Ah but I can't just say all the bad to be fair!!! People in this town my list of local legends!! Some of the nicest people you will ever meet come from here... including myself so it's not THAT bad!!
What have we here??
Apart from the 500 pubs!!, The drunk people rolling around the town!! the off license..

We have CULTURE!!!!!
Ever hear of the famous Irish band the Clancy brothers?? - They're from here (Even though they would be turning in their grave if they say which way the down had gone) but to carry on from that we have the musical society!! - Something in which some of my best friends are part of and bring them a ridiculous amount of joy!
The sports- The Rugby Club- Once again something in this town that does actually make me proud!! Even some of my friends getting onto the Munster squad!!! That's what the town needs!!. As well as the GAA (Mollerans being the best) It's something small this town can be proud of!!

But apart from that we haven't much else, young people like myself.. just trying to get their education and be gone never to return, that's not what the town needs!! what will be left? The people who won't go to college who wish to spend their lives on the dole running the town into the ground as day in and day out stories of business closing down and someone else found dead on drugs not only is it embarrassing it's heartbreaking.

I can't really say much else here, It's my home and I should love where I'm from yet I'm counting down the minutes until I can pack my suitcase and be gone. Nice work Carrick!! Nice work!!

Tuesday, 1 October 2013

Thomond Park..Home To Munster Rugby!!

If you know me, or have read any other of my blog posts you'll probably have picked up on a theme I have running through nearly everything I write and that is rugby, Munster Rugby as a fact and the love and passion I have for such a topic. Munster Rugby is a huge part of my life as it has been for the past three years and quite frankly I'm in shock I haven't blogged about this before and that is... THOMOND PARK!!!. It would work great here if there was a big gasp after the word Thomond Park but we'll just use of imagination for the minute. 
 If you were to ask any Munster fan where there favourite place to be on a Saturday night was the response would be mainly in Limerick in Thomond and I'm the same. My love for Thomond is undoubtedly one of the biggest loves of my life and for any rugby fan it really is a must see!!.  

When you arrive in Limerick City on a match day it's one of them experiences that you will never forget, you're greeted by big smiles, old men with them wooly Munster hats on simply for no reason only to keep their bald heads warm and even sometimes perhaps the Munster squad themselves ( I know places ;-)) but you just can't help but notice this atmosphere floating around the city.

As the dusk approaches, the decision to leave the buzzing city becomes clear and you head off on your trek to Thomond Park. You become part of the 'Red Army' as you walk single file one by one into this breath taking stadium. You hear roars that echo of the sky, you stand there opened mouthed gawking at your Munster heroes whether it's Paulie or my personal favourite Conor Murray, everyone in that stadium is there for a reason. This reason can be to just watch a 'pure daceeenntt' game of rugby (Having Limerick friends is starting to rub off on me) or whether you're there to just drool over the hunks you simply cannot beat the atmosphere you soak up in Thomond Park. 
Thomond Park, is one of the most magical places I was ever given the opportunity to stand in, and probably my most favourite topic to talk about. It's a little piece of grass where dreams are made but also very quickly over. A place where you can become anything you want to be whether it's an ejiot standing up with a banner,
Or someone who just sits back and enjoys the game it's a place you can be whoever you want.

In my opinion, I think rugby is one of them sports that everyone loves whether it's secretly or with a burning passion, even if it is just the odd gander at the fine looking hunks of men ..Murray/Sherry/Keatley... well the list of them really is endless as my brainless cousin once said 
                                    ''It's a thugs game played by gentlemen'' 
And that it is!! You just can't help but feel a love and passion for the men in red!!.