CELTIC WARRIORS AND JOYCEAN DRUNKS

 

 

Watching the futbol match between the national teams of Ireland and Slovakia.  I managed to purchase a cheap seat and I am sitting up in the nosebleed section.  We drank and cheered as the game wore on.  The Irish national team emerged victorious 2-1.  Suddenly I remembered my mother’s maiden name:  McClay.  A surge of ethnic pride surged through my being.  I was hugging other fools in the stands.  We emerged victorious in a qualifying match.  I was hugging Celtic warriors and Joycean drunks alike in our victory

 

Moment of triumph

the true blood line emerges

ethnic memory

stirs up unwavering pride

party like an Irish Wake

 

 

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