Sounds dodgy, he knew of road bowling but didnât have a clue how it works, itâs the equivalent of saying you donât understand a swimming race.
I donât believe you
Iâll have to live with you not believing me
Cork lads circling the wagons again.
Road bowling and Zamparelli anecdotes are hills worth dying on
Who knew road bowling had rules btw? I thought they just pegged a stone down a road until they got to a finish line?
Rings is common outside Cork surely? Weâve had a board in the family home for as long as I can remember. When the family came out to Australia Xmas one year, a board was even brought out for the annual family competition/royal rumble.
And before itâs said, thereâs no carkness anywhere darkening the gene pool.
A stone?
There are cultural intricacies to it you wonât appreciate without Carkness
Yeah, while a pick up game while chatting is common, Xmas sees intergenerational grudges brought to the fore played out through the medium of rings
Sorry, a rock.
Does inbreeding be taken into account?
Here you are lads. They loves their road bowling in Cark.
Whatâs the aversion to road bowling lads?
Characteristics of Carkness;
⌠I was going to start listing these out here but it has the potential to be a thread of itâs own actuallyâŚ
South Armagh is the spiritual home of road bowling
It already is⌠knock yourself out.
Thereâs a mythical Cork man up in Dublin who never shuts up about it but isnât aware that itâs just about throwing a ball down a road in as few throws as possible, you couldnât make it up, except somebody did.
The wagons are in