A torch under his pillow and a copy of J. R. R. Tolkien’s The Hobbit beside his bed. As I glanced around my 11 year old nephew John’s room, it was nice to see that, even in the X-box era, some things about childhood hadn’t changed
What hadn’t changed either was the fact that I had spent this past week glued to Olympic boxing coverage, just as I would have done when I was around John’s age. Not that I am a fan of boxing, but it is by far and away Ireland’s best Olympic sport and, no matter what the sport (or what my age), come the Olympics, I, like so many others, get drawn inexorably into the anguish and excitement of performance on the ultimate sporting stage, most especially when any of our own are competing. And you would have to have been living under a rock in Ireland this past week to miss the feverish excitement over golden girl Katie Taylor, not to mention our three other boxing medallists and the whole Irish boxing team.
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