Around 3:30, it was time for the big match - Kerry v Dublin in the Irish football semi-finals. If you're a regular reader of this blog (and yahoo! thanks if you are!!) you know I don't ever write about sports. My understanding of most sports is summarized in a t-shirt that reads: "Go sports! Move the thing to the other thing!" I don't know if it was the incredible fast pace of the game, Olive's enthusiasm and near panic from moment to moment, its combination of football-soccer-basketball-volleyball moves or the Kerry banners waving from windows and cars around town, but I am hopelessly hooked on the Irish football. Kerry made a good showing and the game was neck and neck. Dublin won, but if there had been one more minute in the game, it surely would have been a tie.
We ended our enchanted day with dinner in Ballybunion, where we stumbled upon our favorite musician, Mickey MacConnell, playing a set as we walked into the room. Serendipity? No, the magic of Listowel and of Ireland. Well, and perhaps a wave of the wand from our favorite Irish princess, Olive Stack.