It’s Monday of last week, and, as I told you in last Friday’s edition, I headed off to Castlerea Golf Club and played a most enjoyable nine holes on an autumn afternoon that was just so peaceful and beautiful. Despite some amazingly bad golf, I would have to say that all was well with the world.
The rest of the evening passed off nice and quietly, and having driven my family mad by tuning into the Paul Claffey country music show (they are not country music fans) I hit for the bed some time around the twelve mark. And it was then that it happened!
I started to get sharp pain all over my right leg, with every minute or so a very painful dart shooting up along it, and the truth is that I never closed my eyes the whole night long.
Anyway, it transpired I had a common enough but very painful condition called ‘Cellulitis’, and as I write this a week later, on the Tuesday of this week, I am exactly as I was a week ago, still in severe pain – despite just starting my third different antibiotic and having spent all day yesterday in the Emergency Dept. of the old Regional Hospital.
The truth is that I am not blaming anyone, as my GP and the hospital staff were all brilliant, and everything that could have been done for me was, but I can tell you that even though I have a high enough pain threshold, having spent several years hopping around on severely banjaxed hips, at this stage I have had enough, and hope the new antibiotics will get rid of the infection. It’s funny how a fellow can be in the whole of his health one day and be laid low the next, so my message to you is make the most of it while you have it, because there is no doubt your health is your wealth.
Talking of wealth, the recent series on TV3 (well, now Virgin Media) called ‘I won the Lotto’, seems to have been a very interesting and enlightening one. Remarkably enough, the only one I got to see featured Glenamaddy man, Billy Comer. It’s well known that the big win (a million pounds) back in 1994 did not work out as well for Billy as it might have, but I thought he was excellent on the programme, and his honesty about what happened and his acceptance of his mistakes made for compelling viewing, and he certainly showed us all that money is not everything.
There was another lad, from Cobh, on the same programme, and his experience was much worse than Billy’s, because having opened an upmarket restaurant which failed spectacularly, he lost everything (all the money) and and his family home as well. As one who nearly has a heart attack (no wonder I have so many stents), every time I forget to do the Lotto, and who continually lives in hope that my numbers will come up, I have to say that a statistic at the end of the programme, which stated that seven out of ten lotto winners in the UK were bankrupt inside twenty years of their win, shook me a little bit. However, I decided it won’t affect me that way as I’m nearly bankrupt anyway, and, secondly, in twenty years time they’ll have a job to find me, so it’s full steam ahead – and my search for the right numbers will continue.
Fans’ partisanship a big factor in Ryder Cup
It’s amazing to see the varying accounts of the European victory in the Ryder Cup and indeed the varying commentary on the importance, or lack of it, of the competition itself.
Some writers see it as a kind of fake tournament, with no real interest on the American side – and therefore a tournament with no future – but I do not buy into the theory that anyone, especially some of the world’s best golfers, wants to lose any game. Also, I think that the tremendous partisanship of the support plays a huge part in the winning and losing of some matches.
Last week in America, two of Europe’s best – Rory McIlroy and world number one Justin Rose – came up against it in the BMW Championship, when the support for Tiger Woods bordered on the fanatical, and neither could mount any sort of a serious challenge. In Paris, the boot was on the other foot, and the wonderful European support had to count in some way towards the convincing home win.
I make no secret of the fact that I used my sore leg to maximum effect…so, as I had to keep my leg elevated, I watched as much of the Ryder Cup as I could, and I was as excited as anyone at the victory. The celebrations were just fantastic to watch. It was great to see Sergio Garcia, who has had such a poor year, do so well, while Ian Poulter’s commitment to the Ryder Cup is almost comical. But my new golfing hero is the long-haired Englishman, Tommy Fleetwood. His youthful enthusiasm and sheer excitement was a joy to behold, and if anyone showed what the European win meant, he sure did.
Whether we like it or not it will all happen again in the States in two years’ time, and I guarantee a warm welcome for the European team, and, even at this stage, I would imagine the yanks will be thirsting for revenge.
Finally for this week, we are delighted to announce that the recent dance in Dowd’s, Glinsk, raised the amazing sum of €5,140. These funds will be equally divided between Cancer Care West and the Lourdes Invalid Fund. We will be presenting the cheques to representatives of both charities in Dowd’s on Wednesday night, 10th of October at 8.30 pm, and if you feel like a cup of tea or a sanger, (or even a pint) come along for an hour or two. All are welcome.
Something like this doesn’t just happen by itself. Big thanks are due to all those who headed out in the evenings to sell the tickets, all who bought the tickets, and in the process were so kind to the sellers, all who came to the dance and supported the raffle, all who donated raffle prizes, Tommy and Dolores Dowd and staff, Jimmy Kearney and The Lancers for their marvellous entertainment, and everyone else who helped in any way.
I know it’s a year away, but please God if we all are still around (or even if we aren’t) we’ll be back again at the end of September 2019!
Till next week,
Bye for now!