Hurling

Keeping up with the sporting event theme, we took the young lads(that what everyone calls us here) to an Irish classic, hurling. We had a rough go trying to get into the game as the tickets are sold by the government and apparently there are only like three places that actually slang them officially, and one cornerstore that said they could, yet somehow realized they actually didn't have tickets after we gave them nearly €400 for tix. We got our money back and even had a young Dublin girl ask each of our 23 guy exactly where they were from, priceless. After that debacle a few of the lads felt they had enough and rolled out. Yet a couple of them remained and we luckily scrounged up some tix and made our way into Croke Park for some old fashioned fun. The game was Tip vs Galway, and was a heated match that went down to the last few minutes for Tip to emerge the victors. We were able to ask a couple of locals about the rules and figured out how the game goes. Essentially it's like this: you have a bat and ball and then hit the ball all over the place trying to score 1 point for hitting the ball through the football style uprights, or three points to get the ball into the goal on their respective ends. Oh yes and they beat the shit out of each other everywhere in-between. So much so, that a bunch of current and almost college laxers declared that it was the most gnarly sporting activity they had seen in quite some time, while wearing short shorts, Katy Perry style. Even saw a dude throw a rusty-gate with authority and not get a penalty. A gentleman's sport indeed.






30, 000 of our closet Irish fans.


Short Shorts!








Game on.


The agony of getting whupped by Tip.

Latro Amigos.