Right, time to get aboard early lads before next week's bandwagon departs.
You can only get a ticket if you're frothing at the mouth with righteous indignation. Or if you are one of the Usual Suspects.
The bandwagon payload has not been requisitioned yet, [though that won't make a blind bit of difference to the U S's].
Previous bandwagons have been propelled along by gusts of hot air, and copious amounts of other noxious gasses no doubt, on topics such as Burn out, Sledging, Blanket defences, the format of the Championship, yadda yadda yadda.
No knowledge of the subject, basic grasp of the facts or even ability to frame a cogent argument are required to participate. Objectivity will however be frowned upon.
Highly rated skills [this is not an exhaustive list] will be the ability to succumb to hyperbole over trivialities, parrotting nonsense that some clown has uttered on the TV as if it is the given word of our lord himself, zero sense of perspective, no vision of how things could be improved, but an absolute certainty that they're are far from good enough at the minute, the most rosiest-tinted-glasses ever which reveal the Gaa world of the past to be so perfect.
Happy trails.
You can only get a ticket if you're frothing at the mouth with righteous indignation. Or if you are one of the Usual Suspects.
The bandwagon payload has not been requisitioned yet, [though that won't make a blind bit of difference to the U S's].
Previous bandwagons have been propelled along by gusts of hot air, and copious amounts of other noxious gasses no doubt, on topics such as Burn out, Sledging, Blanket defences, the format of the Championship, yadda yadda yadda.
No knowledge of the subject, basic grasp of the facts or even ability to frame a cogent argument are required to participate. Objectivity will however be frowned upon.
Highly rated skills [this is not an exhaustive list] will be the ability to succumb to hyperbole over trivialities, parrotting nonsense that some clown has uttered on the TV as if it is the given word of our lord himself, zero sense of perspective, no vision of how things could be improved, but an absolute certainty that they're are far from good enough at the minute, the most rosiest-tinted-glasses ever which reveal the Gaa world of the past to be so perfect.
Happy trails.