
Next up was the Hurling finals. We of course were cheering for Dublin, especially since they were not supposed to win. It was harder to follow as the ball (the slitter) as it is so small, and was smacked around with the hurl (thick field hockey looking stick) faster than our eyes could follow. The players absolutely walloped on each other, smacking each other in the head, which I was glad that they were wearing helmets that apparently that was only a new addition to the pitch, as well as body checking each other and almost rugby like tackles. Kilkenny were down some of their best players, and were not exactly playing that clean, but Dublin did manage to win for the first time since 1929! I mean that is 82 years! We saw history in the making!
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