Just as Enda finds his mojo the distasteful foolishness of his protege Michelle kicks his credibility away
Published 17/09/2016 | 14:30
"Goin' down to Louisiana to get me a mojo hand.
I'm gonna have all you women, getcha under my command."
(Got My Mojo Working)
What is it about Mayo?
Ireland's Neolithic hub, what with the Ceide Fields and all, can't seem to do right for wrong.
Sixty-five years ago, the county's senior footballers won the All Ireland final. However, they allegedly forgot their manners and wound up on the wrong side of a curse that still hangs over the county team like a shroud.
It's a nonsense story, isn't it. There's really no such thing as a piseog, right?
Surely, there's no way in this era of science and social media that someone could put an entire county under a magic spell.
But then again, as Shakespeare said: "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy."
It's one thing having your mojo back, as the Taoiseach announced this week. But to get your mojo working is another thing entirely.
Particularly when you're dealing with people who probably reckon your mojo is some antiquated device used for footing turf.
But we can only wish Enda Kenny well in his endeavour to get his mojo back to work.
If he could only persuade some of his colleagues to up their game, he might even shrug off the lame duck tag that's been pinned to his back.
Depending on how you look at it, Enda is the man who saved us from the fiscal barbarians when Fianna Fail handed over the family silver or he's the polite chap who turned the other cheek when those barbarians started kicking us.
However, no amount of mojo can make up for being tarnished by the mistakes or behaviour of one's associates.
Tomorrow, Enda's Mayo will battle it out with Dublin in Croke Park. It's Mayo's third final in five years. Their eighth since 1951. There's a world of history, pride, dreams and ambition at stake.
Mayo people are proud of their heritage. Why shouldn't they be? Sure, haven't they got Croagh Patrick for heaven's sake. I'm almost certain the Americans named a thick, creamy condiment after the county as well.
If you were neutral tomorrow you might even think Mayo should be given a few points advantage in taking on the mighty Dublin team. But that's before you heard Fine Gael Senator Michelle Mulherin banging on about wanting a couple of tickets.
What is it about the Irish and tickets?
If news headlines could be converted into silverware, the national mantelpiece would be groaning under the weight of trophies.
"This isn't about Michelle Mulherin," said Michelle Mulherin on radio the other day.
So if it wasn't about Michelle Mulherin, Kenny's An Seanad nominee, what is it about?
Well it's about Michelle's rock-solid belief in her entitlement to tickets. Tickets that every person that devotes free time to coaching kids, running clubs, playing on teams and/or attending matches but at club and inter-county level would dearly like to access.
Michelle has slammed the GAA for what she terms "discrimination".
For sure, this isn't about Michelle Mulherin, the woman who, when a TD, claimed that €3,295 worth of phone calls to a male friend in Kenya were for political purposes.
It's about those dedicated, hard-working volunteers who give their time to the running of Gaelic Games in Ireland.
It's about, for example, the active club member I know who plans to give away his ticket because his father didn't get one and he always goes to League and Championship matches with his dad, a man who was a fine footballer in his day.
This lad will sacrifice his seat to watch the match at home with his father. The pair happen to be from Dublin. They represent the true spirit of the GAA.
They won't be tweeting or doing radio interviews about the injustice of it all.
Enda might need a bigger mojo to make up for the distasteful foolishness of his protege.