I once loved this game. But after being traded four times, I realized that it's nothing but a business. I treat my horses better than the owners treat us. It's a shame they've destroyed my love for the game.
Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?
I think the genetics of being Irish are that you sort of prefer when it's rainy and cloudy. It's just genetic.

