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CELTIC WARRIORS AND JOYCEAN DRUNKS
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SOME FOOL ON A HIGH HORSE
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
