Diary of a Dub
Diary of a Nothing but time…
Time to talk about time. The ever
constant that is time. In a Dublin perspective it can be an eternity. 17 years or 17 days, they all blend
into one. Hold that thought though.
We are but 15 days from
an All-Ireland Semi Final. What does one do with ones time to pass away the
days? Why does it have to be 22 days from one game to the next? Eternity, next
life. All that stuff.
This episode will focus
on the hierarchy of needs for a typical GAA Dub man. Maslow had it nailed but was
he ever on the Hill? Did he know any Dubs? Let the Diary help, needs are needs
but the pyramid looks a little different when you step into the shoes of a Dub
in full flight in the Summer….
Maslow saw Physiological needs as the basics, food warmth,
water and rest. Get a grip. Ticket to the Semi-final. Sorted. Everything else
irrelevant. All thanks to the GAA for the false alarm on Monday and the
shambles that was the release of tickets.
Next need was Safety
and Security. See above. Ticket secured means all basic needs have been covered
and Dub GAA man has all the security he needs.
Belongingness and Love
needs feature next…..good god. Talks about intimate relationships and friends. To
our Dub GAA man it’s this. ‘Have the lads got tickets?’ Yes = sorted. Plan for
#Sesh is underway and sure he has the lads. All the friendship he needs, and nothing
more intimate than Hill 16…..
As we move up the
hierarchy, it talks about Esteem, prestige and a feeling of accomplishment. Dub
GAA man refers to 2011, 2013, 2015, and 2016. What more do you want? ‘Ah jaysus
lads, this is a load of….’ You know how it goes... Seems Dub GAA man is well in
touch with his needs and his self-esteem….
At the top of the
pyramid, it’s about self-actualization, achieving one’s potential including
creative activity. Did he not sleep outside SuperValu in Killester for 2
nights, just to get a ticket for the semi-final, whilst out sick with an awful
dose of the ‘flu just to ensure above declared attendance and above declared #Sesh
was covered?? Dub GAA man has shown creativity, and potential in achieving a
sick pay, a day off work, and his potential in finding Hens’ teeth aka a ticket
for the Semi.
But we have a problem,
the hierarchy of needs doesn’t deal with issue of time….and time in the hands
of a Dub GAA man is a problem. How fitting it is that this week, ‘Groundhog Day’
premiered on Broadway, for, to our Dub GAA man, every day since the quarter
final, is his personal Groundhog day. 22 bleedin’ groundhog days. How does this
Dub GAA man pass the time, and 22 days is an absolute eternity and then some.
And more important, how does Dub GAA man escape in the end just like Phil Connors
did? As long as it doesn’t involve declaring his love for anything other than
Dublin, he’s there…
Dub GAA man has his own calendar, it looks like this.
January = O’Byrne cup. February – April – only 8 days in this so-called month,
all National league games. May is an optional month in his calendar depending
on National league progress yet has featured for the last few years. The real
year begins in June for our Dub GAA man. First weekend in June is his New Year’s
day, first Leinster outing. Upon which, his calendar is made up of 3 additional
dates to Mid-July, which by chance is Leinster Final time. Everything else is a
blur, a nuisance, and not recognized in his calendar.
Our August and September has 61 days, to Dub GAA man, it
has 3 days. Quarter final, semi-final and Final. So let us tally it, we have
364/365 days, Dub GAA man has, about 19 days in his recognized year (all going
well). Everything else is Bill Murray and punching said Homeless man.
So you see, in his world, things are simple, needs are
simple, years pass by every 19 days, everything else is just….
Nothing
but time… |
| There are no words........ |
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