
Diarmuid probably fears that Hurling will turn into a game like American football as described by Seamus O’Lingle if he doesn't make a stand. See, Augusta, the Masters, and Golf In General - What Happened To Your Noble Roots?
Still a Son of a Coal Miner's Daughter.
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The old helmet excuse. "Why back in my day..."
Every man traces the same general path. Early in life, testosterone and wisdom both rise but the later faster than the former and men play ball, go to war and screw any women they can.
Eventually testosterone peaks while,for most at least, wisdom continues to rise. When wisdom passes testosterone men learn to watch ball, send others to war and make love to women - if they can.
Your hero's time to watch the game has come to pass but he needs an excuse to reach for it. Instead of secreatly lamenting his loss of grit he should be openly celebrating his assendant wisdom.
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