The Seething thread

You need to compartmentalise things (or not, I can’t remember which )

Nah. I’m legend at that. 5 years of this and it’s very rare something comes home with me emotionally. That’s pretty good for someone running their own business.

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Just fire the fucker and have done with it.

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The NY Times are firmly in Tail between Legs mode. They seem to be pressing the “Reset” button following their controversial approach to covering the US Presidential election.

Due to her father’s work commitments I attended an inter-schools girls U-12 match yesterday. Please bear in mind that the G/D in question turns 10 next month and wasn’t familiar with any of her team mates.

First impressions were dreadful. More black SUV’s than a Trump cavalcade surrounding the pitch.
Youthful Mommies clutching coffee cups bedecked in furry looking anoraks screaming at every fumble made by Hollieeee, Zooooie and the coup de gras Willow. Fucks sake.

The opposition possessed a Francie Bellew type full back which augured badly at the outset for my protegee who appeared to be the lone striker. The younger Boxtyette however dispossed the mullocker (albeit dubiously) on the stroke of half time to stroke a green flag


Boxtyette continued to make Canavan-esque runs but the telling ball failed to materialised until with 5 to go she found a yard and with a quick step off (Paraic Joyce AIF '98 anyone) threaded the leather home.

They were beaten by about 20 points but this is where the shit really started. The fucking MĂșinteĂłir gathered them together and praised them to the roof as “Mommies” enthused their offspring.
I managed a loud Harrumph which drew attention from many, the MĂșinteĂłir included.

She proceeded to disband proceedings in an orderly fashion while carefully cutting across my exit strategy.
Inquiring about my status as she eulogised the Boxtyette, I calmly pointed out the faults in such an exercise as praising them in the face of a 20 point deficit in a match where they were totally outclassed. Telling them they were brilliant when they were shit or terminology to that effect was the thrust of my comments.

Funnily, the Boxtyette (she scooped 2X€5 ) for goals scored saw the point of it and complained that she knew none of the other players.

Her dad, herself and myself replayed it in our heads afterwards and we all agreed - they were shit.

It’s like giving awards to Mayo cunts - wasted on the fuckers.

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And cunts around here would tell you the gga is dead. Wonderful narration boxty.

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No snowflakes in Boxty’s orbit

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Fuckin gilroy is seething on twitter,
So fuckit. Let’s kill the oppositions best players and assume a 70-30 likelihood you get away with it. High risk. High reward. #legacy

Seriously, if you’re coaching any team now in any sport, why the fuck would you play to the rules? The world treats you like a patsy.

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Didn’t have ref mic but I did get the World Rugby email about foul-play; armless tackles and red cards. Henshaw knocked out and nothing


Wtf?

Making a girl play bogball:grinning:

You’re lucky to have the tennis and yacht clubs adjacent to you buddy.
On the plus side she’ll be able to collect me from the pub next year in the car.

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Where did this happen chief

Down the country a bit.
Expect Ballinamore to rattle Westport tomorrow. 7/2 with PP.

I hope they do,Westport don’t seem to be big scorer’s, will they put young McGovern on him or McKeown, better off leaving McKeon free I think

This is how “cynical” “champions” and “winners” respond to defeat and adversity - Henry on Wayne Barnes in 2007
https://t.co/FY3qZabqkY
Gilroy is still at it.

He’d want to shut his hole now at this stage. He was going on last week about how the population of New Zealand were going berserk because the Irish beat them. Imagine how his sore loser waffle is being laughed at by the same New Zealanders, not that too many of them would be bothered by Gilroy

So your message is that “champions” and “winners” are snowflakes?

Has anyone had the balls to call Gilroy out? I know a fella who’d do it in a heartbeat.

Someone did.