Until my parents come to visit!!! ~ Irish Rain ~ The Journal: September 2005

Friday, September 30, 2005

The IRA

This week has been an historic week in the history of Northern Ireland. Earlier this week the IRA decommissioned all of their weapons. The act was observed by an independent decommissioning body and was witnessed by non-involved individuals (both Protestant & Catholic). The arms included a full range of ammunition, rifles, machine guns, mortars, surface to air missiles, handguns, explosives, sniper rifles, flamethrowers, explosive substances, and many other arms. This large amount of weapons matches what the British security forces had estimated to be the whole of the IRA's arsenal.

Could this be another major step towards a real lasting peace in Northern Ireland?

It looks like it might...

Sunday, September 25, 2005

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattels made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core

W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)
National Poet of Ireland

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Today's Random Pic

Ok... ok... I know that it has been a while since my last post... Things here have been very busy and we have been on the road for the past few days... So I am just going to cop-out and give you another random pic that I have taken. Enjoy.

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Today's Random Pic...

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

From a Fan:

An Email I received from my good friend & former roommate Adam:

"blah, blah, blah....better b/c no money.....blah, blah...

WHAT THE HECK IS HURLING ALREADY!?! GOOD GRIEF, JUST LEAVE US HANGING!!!!!"


So... Due to popular demand (and my promise to tell more about it) another post about hurling...

Hurling

The game of hurling is Europe's oldest field game. When the Celts came to Ireland as the last Ice Age was receding, they brought with them a unique culture, their own language, music, script, and unique pastimes. One of these pastimes was a game now called hurling. There are records and folklore dating back 2,000 years where heroic mystical figures played the game and showed off their abilities and deeds.

The game of hurling is very much like it's sister game: Gaelic football. The main difference is the amount of blood spilt. Hurling is played roughly on the same size of field as soccer. In fact, there is even a goal much like a soccer goal at both ends. That is where the similarities end. Each team is made up of 15 players. The ball is a small hard ball much like a baseball but much harder. Each player is armed with a hurley. A hurley is about the size of a baseball bat, but is flat and curved like a hockey stick. Each player is attempting to capture the ball and move it closer and then into the goal. It is possible to catch the ball, but to carry it more than just a few steps one must bobble it on the end of the hurley as they run. You can not throw the ball and must hit it in order to pass or score a point. The opponent is trying to get the ball away from you by blocking with their hurley. Scoring is achieved by either hitting the ball into the opponents' goal or hitting it through two (American football looking) uprights that are in position over the goal. The former scores three points and the latter only one. Scoring a point through the uprights is the easiest, (and is often done from midfield) but it is usually the goals that will win the match.

There is an old saying that I have heard on the streets this past week... "Hit them hard... They're of no relation..." Now... The players do not intentionally try and hurt their opponents (yea, right), but they do swing their hurlies as hard as they can in order to score. There is no rule that you have to wear protective head gear, and many opt not to.... So... Needless to say you see a lot of hard hits and whacks to the head.

There is a girl's version of hurling which is called Camogie, and it is just like men's hurling.

Now... in case you ever wanted to know... Gaelic football is played on an identical field as hurling... And is scored the same... But is played with a large ball that is about the size of a volleyball, and there are no sticks used during play. The player must move the ball into their opponents goal (worth three points) or through the uprights (one point) just like in hurling. The main difference is that the player must alternate dribbling the ball once or drop kicking it to himself every three steps as he carries it down the field. Now - that takes a lot of coordination! So... There you have it... The most simplified explanation of the Gaelic games ever. I really didn't do it justice... These games (the great-grandparents to many of our modern games) are thrilling to watch, and the energy displayed on the field is translated into the crowd. As I said before... it is really refreshing to watch a game being played for the love of the game and one that takes ordinary lads and allows them to represent their own villages and home towns on a national level. As a result, there is a certain pride there that I fear is lost in other professional sports.

You might be wondering... "Does Wallace ever play these games?" Yea right! Are you crazy? Do you really think that I have that much coordination?

Monday, September 12, 2005

The GAA

Yesterday was one of the most important days in Irish Sports. It was the all-Ireland final for men's hurling, and the victors went home with the championship cup and were the heroes of their county. Now... You might be sitting thinking "what in the world is hurling?". Well... Rest be assured that it has nothing to do with being sick.... Nor is it related to that Olympic sport where a team of men furiously work to move a really large disk down the ice (that is curling).... And no... It is not the Scottish game where men throw telephone poles (that is tossing the tabor). Hurling is an ancient Gaelic sport that is still played all across Ireland (I'll tell you more about the rules in another post).
To be honest with you, I find the Gaelic sports very refreshing. Don't get me wrong... I love American sports (I still grieve over not being able to watch baseball), but I cringe at the thought of millionaires playing millionaires who don't seem to have loyalty to a team, or (many times) even a love for the game. There just is something very wrong with that... Well, It is very different here. The Gaelic sports are structured in a way that the emphasis isn't upon money, but rather, on the game. There are no professional players, but rather each team represents a paticular county and is a team made up of local guys (and girls) from that county. So, you really do have our guys playing their guys in the game. This sense of ownership is amazing, and it gives everyone a team. The interesting thing is that you would think that the really big counties (such as Dublin) would be the ones to win everything... It isn't so. Every county really has a shot at winning the title. Yesterday's game, however, saw two power houses battle it out until the very last second. The rebels of Cork beat the tribesmen of Galway by two points.

Saturday, September 10, 2005

Failte

We just wanted to welcome the newest member of our household: Mr. Drizzle II.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Autumn


Today is a real Fall (or Autumn as they would say here) day. The weather up until now has been amazing and has been one of the best (and warmest) summers we have had in Ireland... but we are now well into autumn (It started August 1st in Ireland) and we are well overdue for a good, cool, windy day. We got it today.

We have known that the change was inevitable, and we even have been observing the yearly rituals that signaled the end of summer. The days are getting noticeable shorter. The animals are being brought up out of their summer fields, and the lambs, calves, and colts are now grown and have lost that cute awkwardness that they once had. And people are stocking up on coal and peat for their winter fires.

I enjoy these autumn days before winter time hits us. There is a brisk freshness that you can almost smell on the air, and a return to routine that is comforting. I guess that I should go ahead and post this, I need to go into the den and stoke the fire.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

It's so hard to say good-bye...

We are sad to say that Mr. Drizzle (our goldfish of five months) passed on to the next life. We are happy to say that he passed quietly in his sleep last night. There was a short memorial held in the downstairs loo this morning.

Friday, September 02, 2005

Just a note:

Hi all... Just a quick note from the road. Thank you for remembering our families down on the gulf coast. We have made contact with everyone, and everyone does seem to be ok. Dee did have several family members that lost their homes.... We will give you a better update when we get home this weekend.

Today's Random Pic...

What I hear every morning:



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