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Fumbling in the greasy till, era yeah

Posted on 18. Feb, 2010 by Prison Bitch in Egg Chasing, It's Satire, Stupid, Sports We Made Up

Resident hack Prison Bitch spent a day with WB Yeats – yes he is deceased, what’s your point? – in a bid to garner the infamous playwright’s take on contemporary Irish sport, and other stuff too…
PB: Well Bill…can I call you B…
WB: I wouldn’t…
PB: WB?
WB: It matters not what you call me, but how you [...]

Lookin’ For The Shift, Part 1: GAA players

Posted on 21. Jan, 2010 by Langerford Bitch in It's Satire, Stupid, Rule 42 And All That Shite, Sports We Made Up

As the token female Sports Bitch I’ve decided to help out my all my bitches out there with a new ‘How to…’ guide! This week (I say week as if this will be weekly, it’ll be whenever I’m holed really!) I’ll be giving tips about scoring the greatest sports stars of all time. First up: [...]

A finger’s worth double

Posted on 18. Dec, 2009 by Langerford Bitch in Sports We Made Up

With all the pitches either frozen or flooded, all the ’sport’ is happening inside our country’s fine public houses, nightclubs (and, apparently, churches) this Christmas. Langerford Bitch dusts off the one good dress she has and outlines her favourite festive party games
4 – We have an oldie but a goodie from our junior disco days [...]

Is she actually 18, or is that a savage ID?

Posted on 08. Dec, 2009 by Langerford Bitch in Rule 42 And All That Shite, Sports We Made Up

In the sense of keeping things super-Christmas-tastic I’m here to tell you about one of my favourite seasonal games I’ve encountered – Is She Actually 18 Or Is That A Savage ID.
The premise is simple – the local GAA teams are no more, hibernating for the Christmas, but on this most wonderful night of the [...]

Culchies at Christmas: A betting man’s dream

Posted on 08. Dec, 2009 by Daywalker Bitch in Sports We Made Up

December 8 is a special day in the minds of most city-dwelling folk. This is primarily because we get to spend it  laughing at the culchies trying to compose themselves amid their thousands of rural brethren who have descended on Cork like flood water for a bout of Christmas shopping.
Of course, we at Sports Bitch [...]