I was unsure about going to the match without someone sitting with me, but Joanne assured me that I'd get on just fine. And I had friends who were going to the match so we could meet before and after the match. So I went and...sure enough, I made friends.
The first was an older man who was next to me at the crosswalk on our way to Croke Park who invited me to 'fuckin' walk across the street here next to me'. I did...sort of. I think I kinda got ahead of him while Stephen (the fabulous Canadian) covered me.
Then there was your man at the match who was giving me the inside scoop on the hurling. We were cheering for opposite sides (myself for Limerick, him for Waterford) but I guess because he's a Dub and I'm an honorary Dub that it worked out for him.
And, of course, there's Stephen and his friends. More Canadians and his girlfriend. All were very friendly and we had a great time. It ended very quickly as they jumped on their bus, but not before we enjoyed a few pints, some food, and some laughs. I hope to get to see them all again. It might mean a trip to Saskatoon, but I think it'd be worth it.
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