Top o’da moorn’n t’ye.

June 16, 2011, 6:14 p.m. (ET)

Please repeat after me:

Top o’da moorn’n t’ye.

Again.

Top o’da moorn’n t’ye. 

Now faster.

Topo’damoorn’nt’ye.

Dough eetz not moorn’n ear, I dought id siy-eet, en hielp ye wid ye eye-ish axcent.

Congratulations, you’ve mastered the Irish accent. Now for the remainder of this blog, I recommend you read aloud and practice your accent. Because as we all know, practice makes perfect, or is it permanent?  Whichever it is, just practice, have fun, make mistakes and don’t worry if your accent is like mine, absolutely tragic.

Anyhow, I am supposed to write this blog on Irish culture and tradition. Unfortunately, I can’t say I have learned a ton about the Irish in our three days here. So far we have only seen the University College Dublin Campus – the dorms, the dining hall, and the hockey field. Yesterday’s lunchtime conversation was centered on the redundancy of the name University College. Kayla Bashore, genius she is, suggested that perhaps its name qualifies it for double funding, that is University and College funding. 

During our five hours of free time today, I seriously tried to come up with something brilliant on Irish culture and tradition to share with you. But the Wiki on "Irish Culture & Tradition," just didn't give me the shine I was hoping for. So I figured I would try to get in touch with my inner Irish by listening to some modern Irish tunes, a bit of Flogging Molly and Dropkick Murphy. Unfortunately, all the songs I listened to had some seriously angry/sad/violent undertones. They were musically moving, indeed, I mean who can't resist a good bagpipe and fiddle, but not necessarily the inspiration I was craving. All the somber tunes got me to thinking about the irony of the phrase luck of the Irish. Are they really lucky?

So let's talk about weather. There are definitely a lot of rainbows here. That’s not surprising considering Ireland sits at a cross section of three weather systems (another Kayla Bashore factoid). The is weather quite uncertain of itself. It can't make up its mind; one second its cold and windy,the next humid and rainy, and the next, warm and bright. humid the next, raining the next, then warm and bright. The constant change makes for a ton of rainbows. But no one found a pot of gold yet. Perhaps that's not at the end of the rainbow, but at the end of the tournament.

Speaking of the bright weather, did you know an average Irish summer day can be as long as 18 hours. Gee golly Gosh. We learned the hard way that the sun rises at 4am and doesn’t go down until 11pm. Sleep patterns have gone terribly awry. Kayla Bashore, the informant, instructed that we shut our blinds early so our eyes (and thus bodies) don’t foolishly believe that it is earlier than it actually is. We must coerce them into exhaustion. 

Well, in other tour news, we have taken on the go green lifestyle in Ireland, and by that I mean we started a bike gang. Our manager hired bikes for us to traverse the University’s sprawling campus. So everyday, clad in our red, white, and blue Asics gear we hop on our wheels and ride to and from training and meals. 

Most tentative rider is definitely the team youngin Julia Reinprecht. In two days, though, Jules has made amazing progress - she will be riding with Lance by the end of the tour. Riding right on Jules' heels for "most uncomfortable rider" is the ever so graceful Michelle Vitesse, who dunned her silky smooth moves in a not so elegant trip and fall in today’s practice match versus India. The fall is classic and  you can check it out for yourself on YouTube, courtesy of the Jersey starlet’s tech-saavy teammate Michelle Kasold.

Okay. I need to end this blog. Amy Tran just said so. And I do what Amy says. On the field, off the field, what Amy says, goes. 

She is sitting beside me in our makeshift movie theater (the dorm common room) as Cranny, Chewie, Falgo, Am and I watch "Red Riding Hood." The typing must be annoying, so she looked over and said, “Boy, that is a long blog.”

Enough said, she is right. This post is over. The end. Go USA!!

- Rachel Dawson #8

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