Diary of a Dub
Don’t
listen to the talk…
More than halfway there. 9 more sleeps. Feels like an eternity since the quarter final, but…make it through this weekend and you can commence your official pre-match ritual with absolute glee and reckless abandon.
So, the Lunatics have taken
over the asylum. Official. However, have ye not any fear, this week’s
installment will hold your hand and give you safe passage to Sunday week. Having
dealt with time last week, we face up to influences
this week, and of which, there are many, and some which are toxic to the ordinary
decent Dub.
Mental preparation, it’s
said, is the key to success, more so than physical preparation. However, being
an avid Dublin fan requires both, so cancel the weekend, you are, if you are
truly serious, getting the mind and body ready for Sunday week. Starting now. Yes.
Mind first. Body second.
Preparing the mind is a
tricky and oft perilous task. You need to avoid over excitement too early, over
eagerness of anticipation. Over excitement, can lead to increased alcohol
consumption and not only will your mind not be ready, your body will require multiple
transplants before you even get to Croker. Might be good craic at the time, but
a price you will pay when you’re in a taxi home early whilst everyone else is
celebrating another victory. It’s really about peaking the mind, just in time. Putting
the brakes on your brain. A Detox of sorts.
‘I’m grand’ says you. ‘Detox
me hole’. Really?
We had and still have an
expression as you get to the serious end of the championship. RADIO SILENCE. And
it’s from this, lessons are learned, and learning is shared.
The toxicity has
already begun. It comes in many forms. Trump Talk. Tyrone Talk. The Evening
Herald Talk. Need to deal with each one…..
Trump Talk.
America is now officially a parody of itself. I’m done. Every news feed I have
is occupied by something or other he has said or done. It used to be
entertaining. Now, it’s half-concerning, half-circus like. A frenzied media
feeds on his every word and spits it out daily in copious amounts. I am done, forever.
Pretty sure you are too. Detox 1. No
more hair transplanted gobshitery for me.
Tyrone Talk.
To be fair it started after the quarter final and it has been building. They are coming for us(apparently). ‘For
F**k’s sake’. I had this debate earlier in the office, and I am beginning to
believe they are handing out recreational drugs like Smarties through the NHS
down there. The facts are this (and I will be coming back to this next week),
Dublin have won 4 of the last 6 All-Irelands. Beaten ONLY once in 41 league and
Championship games. Tyrone, on the other hand, haven’t won an All-Ireland since
2008, or been in a final since. They’ve won the last 2 Ulster titles, but
failed to progress. Tyrone have not beaten Dublin in this decade. So come in
hope, but tone it down. Believe by all means. But ground your belief in facts.
I refuse to listen to the tripe that is increasing by the day. Detox 2. Not one more word will I hear.
Nor should you. Cross the road, don’t entertain, its delusional and its turning
into a potential epidemic, with worse to come. They still haven’t got over 1995…
The Evening Herald talk. Pundits. Paid to create hype. Former players
et-al. all with a sound-bite or two. Paid to write or talk and deliver a
so-called informed view. See last paragraph if you are in doubt. Let’s not
waste any more time on this. Stop reading newspapers, and radio previews. Avoid
pre-match analysis and build up. This is Dublin. They are ready. So don’t annoy
your own head listening to or reading some arsebox with a gear to grind talking
nonsense. Detox 3. Hence, Radio Silence.
So that’s the head in the right place. But what about body?
Surely, only one toxin to avoid??
Lay off the gargle my friend... Contain your excitement and
giddiness, and like the professionals, impose a pre-match 120 hour alcohol ban
on yourself…if you can! What you do with your time is yours to call! If you
fail to detox, and succumb to the toxins of the week that lies ahead, then
physical failure is imminent.
Before I sign off until next week. Here's a little something to help you put the brakes on your brain. 7 and half minutes of pure class. For the Guitar solo's alone. Take yourself somewhere quiet. Turn up the volume. And enjoy...you may need it now or you may need it at some point in the coming week.
It’s your time now. It’s a week to look forward to. Get ready. Be
ready. Drown out the noise. Avoid the many toxins of life that surround and
bombard us on a daily basis, and whatever you do…
Don’t
listen to the talk…and Up The Dubs..
Champagne Super Nova ......
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