Friday, August 09, 2024

Poem for Thursday and Canterbury Renaissance Faire

Sport 
By Paul Durcan 

There were not many fields
In which you had hopes for me
But sport was one of them.
On my twenty-first birthday
I was selected to play
For Grangegorman Mental Hospital
In an away game
Against Mullingar Mental Hospital.
I was a patient
In B Wing.
You drove all the way down,
Fifty miles,
To Mullingar to stand
On the sidelines and observe me.

I was fearful I would let down
Not only my team but you.
It was Gaelic football.
I was selected as goalkeeper.
There were big country men
On the Mullingar Mental Hospital team,
Men with gapped teeth, red faces,
Oily, frizzy hair, bushy eyebrows.
Their full forward line
Were over six foot tall
Fifteen stone in weight.
All three of them, I was informed,
Cases of schizophrenia.

There was a rumour
That their centre-half forward
Was an alcoholic solicitor
Who, in a lounge bar misunderstanding,
Had castrated his best friend
But that he had no memory of it.
He had meant well - it was said.
His best friend had to emigrate
To Nigeria.

To my surprise,
I did not flinch in the goals.
I made three or four spectacular saves,
Diving full stretch to turn
A certain goal around the corner,
Leaping high to tip another certain goal
Over the bar for a point.
It was my knowing
That you were standing on the sideline
That gave me the necessary motivation -
That will to die
That is as essential to sportsmen as to artists.
More than anybody it was you
I wanted to mesmerise, and after the game -
Grangegorman Mental Hospital
Having defeated Mullingar Mental Hospital
By 14 Goals and 38 points to 3 goals and 10 points -
Sniffing your approval, you shook hands with me.
'Well played, son'.

I may not have been mesmeric
But I had not been mediocre.
In your eyes I had achieved something at last.
On my twenty-first birthday I had played on a winning team
The Grangegorman Mental Hospital team.
Seldom if ever again in your eyes
Was I to rise to these heights.

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Most of the highlights of my Thursday were sports events in which I was not a participant. We watched some rhythmic gymnastics in the morning, the unexpectedly thrilling US-Serbia men's basketball game, some more rhythmic gymnastics, and some track and field, with breaks to eat and walk to the lake (where the bacteria level warning signs are finally gone). It was International Cat Day so my cats got a few extra treats...not enough, according to them. 

In the evening we watched the Orioles' very sad loss to the Blue Jays, and I spent nearly three hours on chat with my Thursday night regulars, which was a lot of fun. Then we watched the delightful end of the Mariners game, in which, after losing to the Tigers for many innings, they hit a walk-off home run. Now we're watching artistic swimming! Here are some performers and performances we saw at the Canterbury Renaissance Faire in Oregon:

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