The opening scenes of ‘An Exiles Home In The Bronx’ is a familiar one to anyone who latched onto a GAA unit while far away from home.
In the middle of a circle of New York footballers, the former Tyrone player Mickey Coleman lectures the men he wants to mould into a team. The language is raw and filthy and he urges them, in the language of the team huddle, to grow some stones.
This was in the middle of four months training that New York went through, only to lose to Roscommon in last years’ Connacht Championship. The footage was a magnificent exercise in capturing the modern-day Irish emigrant experience.
Last Sunday, Sligo were the annual guests to the Big Apple, as the 2012 All-Ireland Championship swept into motion.
The expected result came on cue, as Sligo walloped their opponents, showing them the respect of not taking them lightly.
Coverage of the race for Sam Maguire, however, is still a couple of Sundays away.
But where better indeed, to launch a competition, than on Broadway itself.
Why does it take a couple of independent thinkers, one of whom was only doing it as a means of completing his masters, to shine a light on this enduring and also very fascinating element of the All-Ireland race?
Most years the result is a given, but what harm would it be if just for once, this game could be televised.