You’d better take this article 100% seriously… or else.
Tactics shmactics, politics shmolotics, sledging, eh… shledging. There’s only one hot topic in the GAA worth talking about right now and that’s the state of the headgear.
No, not the helmets purpose-built to prevent a hurler from having to get a boss surgically removed from their forehead after a tough game. We are, of course, talking about a staple of GAA managerial fashion – the woolly hat.
They may not always be on trend, but the one place they never go out of fashion is on the side of a good ol’ Gaelic field.
To be fair, some managers have mastered the art. A prime example of a coach who doesn’t fuck around when it comes to woolly hats is Eamonn McEneaney, who you can see sporting a Louth number below.
Just look at those angles. Everything lines up perfectly without looking forced. He makes an act as complicated as putting a hat on properly look so effortless. The bar has been set.
Unfortunately, not everyone in the game is McEneaney. A lot of managers fail miserably at pulling off the classic wooly hat look.
Far, far too many fall way too short of the mark.
Come on, Bryan Murphy! Have some pride in what you put on your head. At the very least, feign enthusiasm!
Davy Fitz learned the hard way that overexcited eyebrows can cause problems.
If he just pushed it down a smidge, it would improve the situation dramatically.
Come on now, Kieran Kingston. Even you must be able to see what’s wrong with this picture.
You can’t blame the conditions for this!
What the hell is going on here?
Taking the absolute piss!
Ah Mick, one twist and you’d get away with it.
The hood won’t hide your shame, Derek McGrath!
…is that a fucking Chelsea hat?
Foreign games! Foreign games!
Hope you’re all having a wonderful day so far, folks. If you’ve reached this point of the article, you’ve come way too far.
