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“Sam” and Company are Philly-Bound

"The Sam" drew an enthusiastic young audience in a previous visit to Philadelphia.

“The Sam” drew an enthusiastic young audience in a previous visit to Philadelphia.

Jim McGuinness, manager of the Donegal Senior Football Team that this year snagged the All-Ireland Senior Football Championships, played on Philadelphia’s Donegal team for five short weeks in the summer of 1996. He visited Philly again in 1999, and evidently liked what he saw.

When he arrives on Tuesday night for one more visit—this time to the Philadelphia Irish Center—he’ll have some splashy company. It’s called the Sam Maguire Cup, more familiarly known as “the Sam,” awarded to the winning senior football team.

“Jim McGuinness was here 13 years ago,” says Louie Bradley, chair of the Philly Gaelic Athletic Association team, the Delco Gaels. “He hasn’t been back in all that time, and he knows a lot of people here, which is why he wants to come back.”

The Philadelphia visit is one of several in the U.S.—a kind of victory lap that will take McGuinness and the cup to such Irish hotbeds as Chicago, Boston and New York City. The Irish Center event—billed as “An Evening with Jimmy McGuinness and the Sam Maguire Cup”—will also bring to town two Donegal all-stars, Mark McHugh and Michael Murphy.

As eager as McGuinness is to visit Philly, the Sam Maguire tour schedule is tight. Bradley says the local Gaelic Athletic Association, which had only a couple of weeks to pull things together, was hoping to get the Donegal delegation to come to town on a Saturday, but “we had to take what we could get. We are lucky to get them.”

Nevertheless, the local GAA is expecting a great turnout on Tuesday night, with 250 to 300 of tickets already sold, with time to sell more. “It should be a big crowd,” says Bradley.

Admission to the event is $50, which will buy you hors d’oeuvres, dancing to the music of Sullivan Bridge, and photos with the cup, coach, and his all-stars. Kids under 18 will be admitted for free. (Bradley is expecting as many as 100 of them.) Local organizations, such as the Philadelphia Donegal Association and Donegal Philly GAA, will present tributes. State Legislators (and brothers) Kevin and Brendan Boyle will present a citation from the Commonwealth. The Donegal athletes can also expect to receive the key to the city.

The event runs from 7 to 11 p.m.

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Championships for Three Philly Teams

The winners!

Jubilant Notre Dames footballers hoist their beloved captain, Maureen Ennis, over their shoulders.

For Maureen Ennis, captain of Philly’s Notre Dames Gaelic football club, the team’s first ladies senior football championship will likely be her last.

One minute, she was thrusting the silver cup above her head to wildly enthusiastic cheers by her teammates; the next minute, she was holding in her arms the reason for her retirement, at least for now, from the sport she loves. It was her son, Shea. (She loves him more.)

“This is my first year with a child,” she said. “This is probably my last game, but it’s brilliant to win.”

Win, the Notre Dames most decidedly did, taking the final game against Connacht (Boston) with a score of 3-15 to 0-06. (Here’s how to understand Irish football scoring.) There was no moment at which Connacht even came close. Ennis wasn’t surprised by how well the Dames played.

“We knew we were going to be strong,” she said. “As soon as we started training, we just knew.”

The Dames’ North American championship continues a tradition of national ladies football titles by Philly teams. The Mairead Farrells held the honor last year and the year before.

Two other Philly teams made it all look too easy.

The Eire Ogs Junior C team triumphed over the team from San Francisco, 3-16 to 1-6. It was a long time coming for the Eire Ogs, too.

“We’ve been trying to win (the championship) for 10 years, so we didn’t know what to expect,” said Conor Trainor, captain of the eire Ogs. “You come out, not knowing who you’re playing.” Giving due credit to the team from San Fran, Trainor acknowledged, “We both played against tough teams to get here.”

And while we’re on the subject of lopsided victories, let’s all raise a glass for the Young Irelands, who took the men’s intermediate football trophy gainst the Michael Cusacks club from San Francisco, 5-16 to 0-7.

Edged out on Sunday in their final game against New Hampshire were the Hibernians of Allentown: New Hampshire 1-11 to the Hibos’ 0-16. They didn’t win, but they sure didn’t make it easy.

We have so many photos from the championships, both on and off the field, that we’ve just lost count of them all.

Check them all out here.

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St. Patricks Top Young Irelands in Midweek Matchup

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Closing in (photo by Gwyneth MacArthur)

As a prelude to Sunday’s long, grueling afternoon of men’s and ladies’ football, and men’s hurling, Wednesday night’s football game at Cardinal Dougherty saw the St. Patricks taking on the Young Irelands for Division 1 bragging rights.

It was a hot night to begin with, but all the action on the field was even hotter. The final score: Saint Patricks 0-13 to the Young Irelands’ 0-8.

We dispatched photographer Gwyneth MacArthur to record all the action.

If you want to see even more, head on down to Dougherty, 6401 North Second Street in East Oak Lane, on Sunday. (We’ll be there for sure.)

 

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Up the Mairead Farrells

Maireads in Frisco

Sinead Fegan, Niamh McGowan, Laura McGillion, Adele Gallagher and Orla Fegan. (Photo by Peter McDermott)

It was a tougher fight this time around, but Philadelphia’s own Mairead Farrells are back from the North American Gaelic Athletic Association finals with their second-in-a-row ladies senior football championship.

The locals beat Boston’s talented Tir na nOg team 3-9 to 3-7 in the Labor Day weekend finals, having previously edged out San Francisco’s home team, the Fog City Harps, in the semi-finals.

Angela Mohan, the Mairead Farrells’ coach and manager, said she wasn’t surprised at the tight margin of success in the city by the bay. “The teams knew we ran away with it last year,” she said, “so it was very close this year.”

In the semi-finals, the outcome hinged on the outcome of a penalty shot in the final five minutes of the game. “Ciara Moore (the team captain) nailed it,” said Mohan. She converted the penalty, which helped us to go on and win that game.”

In the finals, Mohan acknowledges that the win was truly a group effort, but she credits goalkeeper Desiree DeBaldo for her fierce defense. DeBaldo is a longtime soccer player (she played for the University of Scranton), and Mohan says her mental toughness helped win the day. “She’s outstanding. I mean, everybody was outstanding, but she’s an American girl who learned the game and is very good in the net. She’s your typical soccer player who is not afraid to dive.”

Mohan says she was thinking about retiring, but she is so excited by the possibility of a hat trick that she’s going to hang around. And next year’s North American games will be fought here in Philadelphia, which would make a three-peat especially sweet.

And who knows, Mohan says. The Maireads might even go on to beat another record–that of Philadelphia’s celebrated Emerald Eagles, who won four senior titles in a row. “I played for the Emerald Eagles back then in the ’90s, and that record has never been broken,” she says. “My goal is to beat my own record. We’ll see what happens. One year at a time.”

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Thunderball

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Naomh Peregrine's Stefan McKenna closes in on the Kevin Barrys' Eddie Trainor.

I’m pretty sure the Kevin Barrys squared off against the Naomh Peregrines in Sunday’s senior Irish football match at Cardinal Dougherty High School.

I’m also pretty sure the Barrys won it, 1-11 to 1-7.

Don’t hold me to it, though, because the rain was pouring down in buckets, nearly horizontal most of the time, with gusty, whistling winds. It was hard to see a lot of what was going on. For all I know, there might have been three or four neighborhood kids out on the field playing stickball.

Seriously? It was the most insane game of any sport I’ve ever attended.

The match was delayed for a time as the first in a band of driving rains, what we all hoped would be the last, passed over the Olney neighborhood. All the players sat in their cars and trucks, windshields misting over. The skies boomed and flashed. Black clouds rolled overhead like giant tumbleweeds. It was beginning to look like the all-important championship game wasn’t going to happen. And that was a big deal because the winner would be qualified to travel to San Francisco for the North American Gaelic Athletic Association finals September 2 – 4. In event of a washout, a game could be played this coming weekend, but … the closer to the date of

departure, the more expensive the tickets. Because of the cost, one wag told me it was a game no one wanted to win.

At last, the skies cleared. One optimistic Peregrine weather watcher looked up and noted that there was going to be a break in the storms.

So the game started. The ref blew the starting whistle. And then a storm of apocalyptic proportions suddenly and dramatically crashed the party. The field turned into a slippy mess, pockmarked with ankle-deep puddles. And this storm was just getting started.

Impossibly, it got worse. From time to time flashes of lightning lit up the scene like a strobe light. Thunder drowned out the calls and cheers of fans and players on the sidelines.

It was the kind of dangerous behavior they warn you about on the Weather Channel, but no one once suggested calling the game. The Barrys and the Peregrines played on.

Gaelic athletes are a reckless lot under normal circumstances, but this was a special kind of crazy, even for them.

And if you didn’t mind being the wettest and coldest you’d ever been in your life, soaked right down to your skivvies, it was a perverse kind of fun. Hard to explain when you got home—You went where??? You did what???—but a game to be remembered all the same.

Earlier in the afternoon—when the sun was still shining—the St. Patricks and Eire Og junior-C football teams went head to head in a fast-paced game. The St. Pats emerged the victors, 3-8 to 1-5. They too are qualified to compete in San Fran.

We have photos of all the action.

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Stormy Weather at the Irish Football Playoffs

The clouds parted ... but not for long.

The clouds parted ... but not for long. (Photo by Gwyneth McArthur)

Stout hearts prevailed on Sunday as the Philly Gaelic Athletic Association hosted football at Cardinal Dougherty on Sunday.

Driving rains didn’t keep two teams from squaring off and somehow, amazingly, finishing on Sunday at Cardinal Dougherty field. We caught the second game, Naomh Peregrine vs. Chaoimhín de Barra. Naomh Peregrine won the day 0-11 to 0-04.

A third game never got started because the weather just made it impossible to continue.

Cruel taskmasters that we are, we dispatched our talented friend and GAA fan Gwyneth McArthur to shoot photos of whatever she could on such a dismal day. Scarf shielding her hair and plastic bag shielding her camera, Gwyneth took to it all like a duck to water.

Here are the results of her labors.

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An Ancient Irish Sport, American-Style

Joe Harrington takes a swing.

Joe Harrington takes a swing.

It’s a quiet late summer night at Northeast Philadelphia High School. The only sounds are the rubbery whirr of tires as traffic passes by along Algon Avenue, and the occasional “clink” of an aluminum bat as someone gets a hit during a pickup game up on the school’s brightly illuminated baseball diamond.

And down on a hardscrabble pitch just below the diamond, you can hear one other particular noise from time to time, best described as a “clop.” It’s the distinctive sound of the Irish sport known as hurling.

As dusk descends over the city, seven young members of the Philadelphia Shamrocks hurling team are charging up and down the field, attempting to hit a small white ball with a flat-bladed wooden bat. The ball is called a sliotar (pronounced shlitter); the bat, which looks like a giant cheese spreader, is a hurley. As with most field sports, the goal is to drive the ball through a goal. Every time a hurley makes contact with a sliotar: “clop.” (Learn more here.)

A nearly full moon hangs over the field, casting just enough light so that you can make out the shadowy outlines of the players as they charge back and forth. Finally, out of the darkness, there comes a slightly different sounding “clop,” followed by a sharp expletive. In the dark, a player has evidently mistaken another player’s helmet for the ball. The guys quickly huddle around the fallen player to make sure he’s not badly injured. He slowly pulls himself up off his hands and knees, yanks off his helmet and gingerly rubs his sore head. He says he’s OK. With that, they all decide that this would be a good time to end practice.

Hurling has a long history in Ireland. In one form or another, historians say, the game has been played for 2,000 years. And unlike your average American football game, which some historians say lasts about the same number of years, hurling is lightning-fast. Games last 60 minutes, 30 minutes a half, but it’s all over before you know it.

The game is also also a little nuts. It’s brutally physical, a tangle of hardwood sticks and straining limbs locked in a struggle to the death, all to gain control over a tiny ball. Hockey-style body slams aren’t allowed, but maybe the Irish just have a different name for the high-speed collisions that regularly leave players sprawled on the ground like squashed bugs.

Players wear no padding. Helmets were not required until 2010. Hell, it only took 2,000 years.

Naturally, the Irish play this sport beautifully, effortlessly.

For the Shamrocks, though, it’s a different story. When the team formed back in 1985, it was mostly Irish guys out on the field. Now, all but four of the players are Yanks.

The Irish start to learn the sport practically when they’re still in nappies. “We’re not starting to pick it up until we’re in our 20s,” says Shamrocks player Fiachra (FEE-kra) Malone. “We’re at a disadvantage.”

For the American guys, who grew up loving and playing American sports, at least some of the rules and playing techniques of hurling are counter-intuitive.

Joshua Burns, the team PR guy and a regular player, offers a case in point: The way you grasp a hurley. When you hold a baseball bat, your dominant hand is on top, says Burns. With a hurley, it’s the opposite: dominant hand on the bottom.

“You’re reversing everything you thought you knew,” Malone says.

Picking up hurling takes about three years, Burns says. “Your third year is when you’re about as good as you’re gonna get.” And that would be OK except for one thing: high turnover. The longest-tenured Shamrock has been on the team four years.

In spite of the obstacles, the Americans who play for the Shamrocks are fully committed gung-ho types. There are 24 of them altogether, and they’re dedicated to sport, hoping to raise its profile in the local Irish community.

Coach Frank O’Mara, who first started playing the game when he was a 10-year-old boy in Tipperary, thinks he understands why such a rugged, demanding sport might be a draw for Americans.

“They’re at a point where they’re not really playing any kind of organized team sports like they might have done when they were in school,” O’Mara says. “Now they see this new sport as a challenge. It has the eye-hand coordination of baseball, the physical contact of hockey, and it appeals to them.”

If hurling is going to remain a viable concern in the Philadelphia Irish community, it’ll be up to the Americans to make it happen. “We know we either have to appeal to a broader audience, or the club could fold. We’ve always wanted to attract Americans. We’re looking to get everybody we can to come and play.”

The Shamrocks are considering starting a fall league, so now’s a good time to pick up a hurley.

Learn how to play. Visit the Shamrocks’ Web site.